In no time, the colleague strolled out of the storage room. Ben snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention to him.
"Hey, Mr. Ben, lucky you showed up today; otherwise, I would’ve really messed things up. The adrenaline supply isn’t actually missing – I probably made a mistake when entering it into the computer," the colleague admitted, as he corrected the data on the screen.
Ben raised an eyebrow, "A mistake, huh?"
"Yeah, I've got to be more careful next time, or it'll cause chaos," the colleague sighed, then looked at Ben again, "Is there anything else you want to check, Mr. Ben?"
Ben gave him a quick once-over, seeing no trace of deceit, he shook his head, "Nope, that's all. Thanks."
"Anytime," the colleague replied, offering a tight-lipped smile.
Ben soon left the storage room, sauntering casually towards the elevator. A small stock of drugs and an entry error right off the bat? He found that hard to swallow. Something fishy was definitely going on.
As Ben stepped into the elevator, its doors closed, reflecting his sharp, handsome features against the metallic surface, as cold and unreadable as ever. Whether Nick was involved or not, there was an 'insider' to be found in the institute.
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The next day, at the hospital.
As soon as Nick opened his eyes, his pupils were unfocused, and the haze from before his coma slowly lifted, bringing clarity back to his gaze. Above him loomed the stark white ceiling, and the distinct smell of hospital disinfectant hit his nose. His chest didn’t hurt, but the numbness from the painkillers was unmistakable.
Mentioning Miss Mira made Atlas's smile falter for a moment, but he quickly masked it and poured Nick a cup of warm water, "Miss Mira's at school; she doesn't know about your situation."
Nick frowned slightly at this. If Atlas had only mentioned the first part, he might have believed him, but the rest seemed like he was trying to cover something up.
Nick knew all too well about the tight security at the medical school. If the man who took him was called by Mirabella, it meant she was fully aware of what was going on with him, including the time he was injured during a night break-in at the medical school.
Thinking it all over, the fog in Nick's mind finally cleared, and everything clicked into place. The person using a voice changer to contact him that night had been his sister, given her solid computer skills. And the medicine he’d been taking in the hospital had also come from her. Dr. Ray would never prescribe such herbal remedies.
Although he had been suspicious back then, he hadn’t confirmed it himself. Now... there was no need for further proof.
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