His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1290

The crescent moon hung cold in the sky, the night blanketing the sinister Genesis Lab like an impenetrable shroud.

Hans and Julian walked into Elsie's hospital room, one after the other.

Inside the dim, dreary room, Elsie lay motionless on the bed. She was practically skin and bones. Draped in a loose, white hospital gown, she looked as fragile as a piece of paper, ready to be blown away by the slightest breeze.

Her hollow, unfocused eyes tracked Hans as he approached. She didn't even have the strength to speak anymore. A single tear slipped quietly from the corner of her reddened eye.

Studying her, Hans realized her condition was critical. She was running on fumes. If they didn't get her out of here for emergency medical treatment soon, she wouldn't even last another month.

"Hans..." Julian whispered nervously beside him.

Hans kept his expression perfectly neutral as he glanced up at the blinking green light of the security camera in the corner. "Administer the injection," he ordered flatly.

"Right away."

Julian picked up the syringe and stepped toward the bed.

Elsie's eyes widened in sheer terror. Like a frightened bird, she mustered her last shred of strength to thrash against her restraints, the metal shackles on the bed clanking loudly.

Julian cast a quick, covert glance at the camera and put on a ruthless front. "Hold still! You think struggling is going to do anything? Keep fighting, and I'll pump you full of extra doses just to show you what this stuff can really do!"

"Kill me... if you have the guts... just kill me!" Elsie rasped, her voice broken and utterly exhausted.

Hans immediately stepped forward and clamped his hands down hard on her shoulders. Leaning in close to her ear, he murmured softly, "Don't be afraid. I swapped the drugs. It's just standard nutrients."

Elsie's dull eyes snapped into focus, locking onto his intense, clear gaze.

Her chapped lips parted. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Fighting past the suffocating lump in her throat, she managed to force out a single syllable: "El..."

Though the sound was as faint as a breath, it slammed into Hans's chest, threatening to pierce his very heart.

"Don't speak. Save your strength," Hans murmured, taking the syringe from Julian and administering the IV of nutrients into her bruised arm. His eyes were rimmed with red, looking as though he had been crying. "Save it so you can make it out of here... and see the man you love."

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