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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen 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.
He couldn't express his grievances aloud.
A deathly silence spread throughout the elevator, and as the air grew thinner and thinner…
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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmedical 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."
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