I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 611 You Might as Well Kill Me

On the other hand, Waylen had been in the laboratory for several days and felt like he was starting to smell. So, he

organized his work and returned home to shower and change his clothes.

Halfway through the drive, he was aware of someone following him from behind.

Waylen glanced through the rearview mirror and kept the car at a steady speed.

After driving for a while, he took advantage of the other person's inattention and quickly found an exit to get off the

highway.

When he got under the bridge, Waylen parked his car on the side of the road. Seeing that the car following him had

disappeared, he whistled proudly. Then, he traveled half a city and arrived home.

After parking the car in the underground garage, he alighted from the vehicle leisurely with the key, but he couldn't

move his legs after barely two steps.

Jonathan, who was standing not far away, smiled at him.

Waylen was stunned.

Quickly, he turned around in eagerness to return to the car, only to discover that someone had also been standing

behind him at some point.

Waylen flicked his hair and clicked his tongue. "I never thought I'd have such a day. Whom do you work for? Have

you investigated who I am before coming here to ambush me?"

Jonathan stated, "We just want to ask you something, Mr. Woodley."

"Why do you need to bring in so many people to talk? You could have just waited for me at home instead of making

me take a huge turn to get home."

Jonathan maintained his smile. "Well, our people were just following you to ensure your safety. We didn't expect you

to run so suddenly."

Waylen leaned against the car, feeling no nervousness despite the situation. "Just tell me what you want to ask. I

need to hear it before deciding whether or not to answer."

Jonathan didn't say anything and took a step to the side.

In the next second, a tall figure appeared in Waylen's sight and stared at him with unemotional black eyes.

Waylen was surprised by Aidan's appearance.

At this point, he really wanted to run away.

Aidan's voice was cold. "Are you planning to talk here?"

Waylen immediately straightened up. "Please follow me."

In the elevator, he stood by the door, feeling restrained. Jonathan was standing next to Waylen while Aidan leaned

against the carriage at the back.

The elevator was brimming with a frigid atmosphere.

Waylen started to regret, wondering why he even bothered to head home to shower and change clothes because

he felt a little dirty and smelly as a man.

Great. Now I'm being caught red-handed, he thought.

He couldn't express his grievances aloud.

A deathly silence spread throughout the elevator, and as the air grew thinner and thinner…

Ding! The elevator door opened.

Waylen didn't move for a moment.

With long strides, Aidan stepped out.

Waylen couldn't help but wonder, Please don't tell me that man knows where I live.

A few seconds later, Aidan stopped in front of the door.

As expected, he knew where Waylen lived.

Waylen coughed and walked over to press his fingerprint to open the door.

After the door opened, he walked straight inside. "Feel free to sit. No need to be courteous."

Just as he was about to press the button to contact Lachlan through the hidden cabinet, Jonathan appeared in front

of him with a smile. "Mr. Woodley, please have a seat, too."

Waylen gave up struggling.

He sat opposite Aidan, visibly uneasy.

Aidan crossed his long legs. There was an overwhelming sense of pressure, with him raising his eyes to look at

Waylen.

Waylen changed his posture. "You guys want to ask me something, right? What is it? I will tell you everything I

know."

At that, Jonathan was speechless.

That wasn't what he said back at the garage, right? Jonathan wondered.

Aidan slowly spoke, "The child's condition." His tone was neither cold nor warm.

"This… I have already told Miss McKinney about this in detail. Didn't she tell you?" Waylen asked.

"I want to hear it from you personally."

Since Waylen couldn't win Aidan in a fight, he could only yield and repeat what he told Leanna two days ago.

Aidan leaned back on the couch with the same expression as earlier.

After Waylen finished explaining, he continued, "We are currently developing a treatment plan. The situation is

complicated, and you can't visit the child because the laboratory does not allow outsiders in. But I send Miss

McKinney pictures of the child every day. She… should have told you, right?"

Aidan didn't answer but asked, "How long will the treatment take?"

Waylen replied, "Well… it's not confirmed, as the treatment plan hasn't been decided."

"Is two years enough time?"

Waylen shook his head. "His symptoms are more severe than the previous child. That's why we didn't follow the

same treatment plan as before. I can't promise anything else, but two years is simply impossible. It could take five

years, ten years, or even longer."

Aidan pursed his thin lips, and his face became colder than before.

Waylen hurriedly added, "There is also a probability issue with this thing. We have not found a breakthrough point

yet, but if we do, a miracle might happen."

Aidan looked at him. "What do you mean by more severe symptoms?"

After hearing this, Waylen's expression darkened with slightly furrowed eyebrows. "Someone modified the nutrient

injection's basis, which led to… the worsening of symptoms after injection."

"Only people from your lab could have access to this data."

"Well… Although that's what it seems like, all the data and related information were destroyed two years ago. There

are so many people in the laboratory, and everyone has a certain reputation in the medical field. Without evidence,

it's not good to suspect others."

Aidan did not speak and merely looked at him expressionlessly.

Under Aidan's gaze, Waylen felt a bit guilty and averted his eyes.

After a moment, Aidan spoke again, "The second thing I'd like to know is the specific time of the Woodleys' family

gathering."

"I'm unsure if it's appropriate to tell you this."

Aidan replied, "I doubt you have the guts to answer some of my questions."

Waylen said, "Even if I tell you the specific time, you can't get in."

"But you can get in," Aidan said.

Waylen was puzzled by Aidan's response.

Aidan explained, "The third thing is to take us inside."

Waylen stood up and firmly refused, "This is going a little too far. You might as well kill me to get it over with."

"Is that so?"

Aidan looked at Jonathan, who nodded and waved his hand. Immediately, several bodyguards approached.

Sitting back down quickly, Waylen said seriously, "After careful consideration, I believe this matter can be discussed.

So, let's talk about the specific plan."

Aidan smiled and looked at Waylen as if he was looking at a fool.

Waylen closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, "Next weekend, at the Woodley Family Estate."

"Who will be attending?" Aidan asked.

"All of the Woodleys. But it's not a very interesting gathering; the older ones will be putting on airs while the

younger ones will just be on pins and needles."

Aidan tapped his fingers lightly on the couch armrest and asked calmly, "Will Lachlan be there?"

Waylen nodded. "He's the current head of the Woodley Family. Even if he doesn't want to go, the elders will drag

him there by the nose."

Aidan asked, "What's the main purpose of the gathering?"

"Ancestor worship."

Waylen hurriedly added, "There is also a probability issue with this thing. We have not found a breakthrough point

yet, but if we do, a miracle might happen."