Chapter 225 At that moment, Weston's mind was already racing with wild possibilities.
Maybe the girl had been upset by something at the birthday dinner today. Young people get frustrated-it's perfectly normal. Maybe she just wanted to vent her anger and did what she did to make herself feel better. That wouldn't be entirely unreasonable.
Or maybe she was just too young to understand how precious those pills really were.
Weston ran through countless scenarios in his head, but when he heard Citrine's casual reply, his eyes widened in shock. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak.
"Oh, those things? I've got plenty of them," Citrine said with a nonchalant shrug, as if she were discussing something utterly mundane.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe actually had an entire stash of those pills back in her lab-she'd only recently finished developing them, and they were still practically fresh out of the oven.
Weston's mind was reeling. "You... you're calling that miracle drug just 'those things'?" That was Vitaflux she was talking about the kind of life-saving medicine that money couldn't even buy.
Before his words had even faded, Weston suddenly remembered the second half of Citrine's sentence, and his expression grew even more incredulous. "Wait- you're saying you still have more?" He stared at her in disbelief.
Citrine just nodded, unfazed. "Yep. Loads." Weston swallowed, feeling as if he'd stumbled onto something earth-shattering.
He looked at Citrine seriously, lowering his voice. "How much is 'loads'?" Citrine scratched her head, trying to recall the exact amount. After a moment, she answered earnestly, "Probably an entire cabfull, I guess." "A cabinet?" Weston's eyes grew even wider.
"Sure." Seeing his interest, Citrine said offhandedly, "If you like, I'll bring a few for you tomorrow." She was so generous about it, as if those pills were nothing special as if giving them away was no big deal at all. Weston was speechless.
This was a life-saving drug! Even if the girl had a lot, the fact that she could hand them out without a second thought was almost unbelievable.
Worried she might be taken advantage of someday, Weston's face suddenly turned serious. "Listen to me, kid. When you're out and about, you absolutely cannot let anyone know you have Vitaflux. And don't just give them away, understand?" Citrine had been about to say she knew what she was doing, but meeting the concern in Weston's eyes, she simply nodded in agreement.
Weston didn't ask any more questions, even though he still had no idea how Citrine had gotten her hands on Vitaflux.
The next day, true to her word, Citrine brought him three Vitaflux capsules. She didn't even bother with a pillbox; instead, she'd soaked the pills in a special solution, which kept them preserved until they were needed.
Weston was so taken with the three precious pills that he immediately had a special lab-grade safe installed, locking them away as if they were priceless treasures.
Each one of these miracle drugs was worth a fortune-billions, even-and more importantly, they could save a life at a critical moment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe thought cast a shadow over Weston's face.
That evening, Weston called Raymond Carmichael back to the family estate.
He told Raymond everything that had happened at the birthday celebration, including Citrine's delivery of the three Vitaflux capsules.
Weston's tone was grave, and Raymond's brow furrowed with concern.
"Dad, you're worried that if people find out Citrine has e has s Vitaflux, she'll beca target."
"Don't you worry about that?" Weston sighed, the joy he'd fell earlier now replaced by unease. "Citrine is even more capable than we ever imagined."
The more capable she was, the more likely she'd attract the attention of people with bad intentions. Weston was already considering hiring a team of bodyguards for her. He'd rather go without the pills than see his granddaughter put in harm's way.