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Chapter 209 Chapter 209 Because Quinlyn's fever medicine had worked before, Glenn trusted her judgment. "Take him to the hospital for gastric lavage now, and then detain the kitchen staff," barked Glenn.

"Yes," said security.

No one would have expected someone to poison Glenn's villa complex. Alerts was put on high alert.

97% (+68) read quickly, and the entire neighborhood "Mr. Bronson, I made you soup. My nephew bought the ingredients. We didn't add anything unusual. We've worked here for over ten years and understand the seriousness of this situation. We would never dream of tampering with your food!" the cook explained.

The kitchen staff, faces pale with fear, were all brought into the living room.

The test results arrived swiftly, confirming the presence of a chemical agent in the soup, its effects still unknown. The cook collapsed to the floor and cried out, "Mr. Bronson, it wasn't me! I didn't do it.

"Zebulon was searching for food in the kitchen this morning, and the soup was on the stove. I lost sight of him when I went to the bathroom.” The cook was desperate. He didn't want to leave out any details that might help. Glenn's face darkened even further. He closed his eyes briefly and said quietly, “Bring Zebulon here." The Hill family's bodyguards were quickly dispatched, and located Zebulon at a club.

Glenn knew instantly that Zebulon was responsible when the bodyguards brought Zebulon in, even before Quinlyn could confirm it.

Zebulon was too distrustful.

"Are you going to confess, or should I turn you over to Special Operations?" Glenn asked.

Right after Glenn spoke, Zebulon said, "Glenn, I knew I messed up as soon as I did it.

"But it's not poison. It's perfectly safe for humans. It's just a tonic that you can take orally. My dad thought you might benefit from an injection since you've been working so hard. Once you experience its effects, you'll understand." Zebulon explained incoherently. Before he could finish, a document was smashed into his face. Although the folder was light, it shocked Zebulon.

After a long while, Zebulon looked up to meet Glenn's gloomy face. His heart skipped a beat, and he knelt. "Glenn, I'm sorry. Please don't sendto Special Operations. I'm not a spy. I'm not..." "Are you still not telling the truth?" Glenn closed his eyes, holding back his anger.

"I'll tell you the truth. Please don't be mad." Zebulon tried to crawl over, but the bodyguards stopped him. Glenn's continued refusal to look at Zebulon made Zebulon unable to hold back anymore and choke out, "It was my dad. He wanted you to experience the benefits of medicine so you would support his investment in the head transplant experiment. “He also promisedthat the medicine had no side effects and that many rich people abroad were taking it.

"Glenn, I apologize. I know his intentions weren't pure, but I took the medicine too. Everything is fine. Please believe me, Glenn..." Git 9/70 (+68 Chapter 209 Zebulon's voice echoed through the living room of the villa.

Glenn let out a heavy sigh and finally opened his eyes to look at Zebulon. His eyes were filled with disappointment. "Zebulon, there are smistakes that you can't make. Do you understand?" Zebulon's heart sank, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Glenn then ordered his men to arrest his brother and track down all his brother's businesses and connections. He also wanted them to find the source of the medicine. As for Zebulon...

After a brief pause, he said slowly, "Dealt with him according to established rules and procedures." That meant sending Zebulon to the lab for live blood sampling and research until the effects of the medicine were determined. Then they would hand Zebulon over to Special Operations.

Astonishment and confusion spread across Zebulon's face as he watched Glenn and listened to Glenn's words. The bodyguards approached, restraining Zebulon and putting him in handcuffs.

Just as the bodyguards were about to take Zebulon away, Quinlyn suddenly stepped forward. "Can we go to the lab at Briarwood University? I want to take a blood sample for research. It might give us quicker results.” Unsure how to proceed, the bodyguards looked at Glenn.

Glenn, his expression unreadable, simply replied, "Alright. Go to Briarwood University." "Yes," said the bodyguards.

After Zebulon was brought out and the room emptied, the living room fell silent. There were only scattered documents lying on the floor.

Glenn, who had been clenching his hands on his knees, finally released his grip. He gasped sharply and hunched over, pressing his forehead against his hands.

Seeing this, Quinlyn immediately rushed to Glenn's side. She unbuttoned Glenn's shirt and helped him lean back against the chair.

As she checked Glenn's pulse, she said, "Your heart is racing." Prolonged fatigue and intense emotions could trigger palpitations and then increase the risk of heart attacks and even sudden cardiac death.

Glenn understood it. He frowned and took a while to calm down. "Why did you stand up for him?" His voice was still weak.

Quinlyn handed Glenn a glass of water, her expression calm. “You said I should be friends with him." She would keep her promises.

Glenn was speechless for a moment before sadly saying, "He'll never achieve even half your success. We need to buy him stime. I'll find a way to protect him and send him abroad. It's his best chance." Quinlyn nodded. That was what she was thinking too. Otherwise, Zebulon would probably break down before they even reached Special Operations.

As Quinlyn was leaving, she saw Glenn slumped in his chair, looking as if he had aged considerably. All those tasks and problems hadn't been able to break Glenn's spirit. But when Glenn looked at Zebulon, Quinlyn saw Glenn's pain. The black armored car descended from the mountain. It had bulletproof glass, barbed wire, and steel bars. This was the first tQuinlyn had been in a car like this. It was like being in an airtight cage.

619 Chapter 209 Zebulon's eyes were swollen from crying. He sat next to Quinlyn, leaning against the steel bars in a daze.

After a long while, Zebulon said, "Do you think Glenn is disappointed in me?

"Dad says I'm useless, That's why I couldn't stay with Glenn. But what O more could I have done? I was at the top of my class and in the gifted program at Briarwood University. But none of that seems to matter to him. "All of these were useless, I could only watch Glenn work harder and harder, and I was unable to help.

"How could I position him? I just want him to get better. I'll grow up soon. Then I'll go to help him. But I messed everything up." Zebulon started crying again, grabbing his hair like a caged animal,

Quinlyn tilted her head to look at Zebulon, Glenn's words that day suddenly made sense "Glenn didthat the future belongs to the next generation. His responsibility is to provide us with a stable environment. It must include you." It was the first tZebulon heard this. He looked up and asked, "Why would he say that?" Quinlyn explained, "Because he doesn't like kids. The first twe met, he thought I was a handful.

"But when he comes back in the middle of the night, he will reset the chessboard you haven't finished. So it must include you in the next generation that he mentions." Quinlyn stretched out her hands and drew a large circle.

Zebulon stared at the circle, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

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