Chapter 565 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• After a while, just when Dr. Lester almost thought Marcus wasn’t going to answer him, he finally heard Marcus slowly reply, “Acidbane, you’ve heard of it, right?” Dr. Lester thought he misheard, “What did you say?” Marcus replied, “Acidbane!” Acidbane, a drug that, whether injected into humans or animals, would slowly and gradually destroy the insides, torturing the victim to death. This name, Dr. Lester had heard it twenty–some years ago. But back then, it had only circulated for a bit before people started saying it was just a rumor, that there was no such drug, and so the matter was laid to rest. Now hearing the name again, Dr. Lester broke out in a cold sweat, “Marc, how do you know about this stuff? Where’d you hear it?” Marcus lifted his eyes, staring straight ahead, “Brennen told me.”
• Upon hearing Brennen’s name, Dr. Lester shivered, “He told you? Was this drug made by his people?” Such a thing happening to anyone could be a rumor, but if it involved Brennen, it was definitely true. Dr. Lester was scared, “Marc, did he so something to you?” Dr. Lester stopped in time. He didn’t dare to continue thinking, as the picture forming in his mind was too cruel. Marcus gave a wry smile, “Just as you thought, it was his people who injected me with that drug.” Dr. Lester asked, “When? We need to go to the hospital immediately, to get the drug out of your system as soon as possible.” Marcus answered. “When I was very young, around five years old, what else can we do?” Dr. Lester fell silent. Marcus continued, “Brennen had me serve as their guinea pig.
• He had his people make this drug and inject me with it, wanting to see if my insides would be slowly eaten away after twenty years.” Dr. Lester couldn’t believe it, or more accurately, he didn’t want to believe something so brutal could happen to Marcus, “People injected with that drug don’t live past twenty years, but you’ve already lived twenty–three. This is absolutely impossible.” Marcus said, “I understand my own body better than anyone.” Dr. Lester said, “But the CT scan I did for you not long ago didn’t show any problems with your organs. Let’s go to the hospital again for a check–up.” Marcus leaned weakly back into the car seat, “We should definitely check again, as long as there’s a glimmer of hope that I can survive.” Even in pain, he wanted to try to live, to spend more time with Cornelia.