Chapter 274 The Blood Type

• Gerard didn't press for more information, simply asking, “Is there a particular reason for your visit today?”
• Annabeth leaned back slightly, her hands gently clasped together, her demeanor calm and composed. “Professor Estes,” she began, her voice steady, “do you remember the promise you made to me two years ago, when you drew my blood?”
• Gerard smiled, his expression warm. “Despite my age, my memory is still sharp enough to recall that.”