Tabitha's POV
At the time, Klein was always masked. As the boss behind Wellness Corp, his identity was bound to be little known. Perhaps even his own family wasn't aware.
I could only probe from the sidelines.
Sure enough, Dwayne scratched his head in distress, "Wellness Corp? What's that?"
"Nothing, just a casual question," I replied. "Is Klein's condition very bad?"
I recalled the haggard face of that man two years ago. It had been two years. Could it be that a suitable kidney source hadn't been found yet?
For someone with a status like Klein, no matter the means, finding a matching kidney shouldn't be complicated.
Dwayne's voice was somber, "Yes, it's a bit tricky. Ms. Hartley, you can ask for anything you need." I asked a few more questions. But since we weren't very close, Dwayne didn't reveal Klein's current situation before hanging up.
If the path through Wellness was a dead end, then I had no choice but to seek out Jasper.
I stared at the profile that had been inactive for so long and took the initiative to make a move.
Jasper, who used to reply to my messages in seconds, now seemed to have vanished into the ocean without a trace. His number had long been deactivated.
I held my phone tightly, lost in thought. Was God really going to push me into a corner, blocking every path?
Derek appeared behind me at some point and recapped the current situation, "Klein's life hangs in the balance, and Jasper has been missing since entering the snow mountains." My spirits plummeted. I laughed helplessly, "Perhaps this is just my fate. The Moon Goddess isn't willing to leave me a sliver of hope."
Derek's face was full of sorry, "Tabitha, I've sent more people to search. I will bring Jasper back safely." I countered, "What if I don't make it to that day?"
Derek fell silent, seemingly unable to face that.
"Everyone dies eventually, and so do I. Derek, we will eventually part ways," I looked at him calmly, "My heart no longer belongs to you."
The man's lips pressed tightly together, his hands hanging at his sides, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I know."
Seeing him like this, I swallowed the words on the tip of my tongue, "I'm tired."
"I'll take you back to rest."
"Alright."
In the following fortnight, I ate well and slept soundly. To my surprise, my complexion improved after a week. The frequency of my stomachaches also gradually decreased.
This showed that free from the influence of the drug, the wolfsbane in my body was being suppressed – a good start.
Having experienced this once, I was like a dormant cicada, quietly waiting for the day to emerge from its cocoon.
After resting and recuperating, I slowly began to move my body. As the side effects of chemotherapy gradually faded, I was able to get out of bed and move around freely.
Though still somewhat weak and not as strong as before, compared to my episode a while back, I was much better.
I didn't show my improvement to others. When Jenny and Andrea came to see me, I continued to pretend to be ill, preparing to escape from this cage-like environment.
These days, Orson had been taking care of me attentively. He was genuinely pleased to see my condition improve.
He took out a blood pressure monitor, "Tabitha, let me check your blood pressure."
"Okay." I looked at Jenny, "Jenny, could you please tell the kitchen that I'd like fish soup for lunch?" Jenny was delighted that I was making requests on my own, "Of course, I'll have the kitchen prepare it right away." Once Jenny left, my tone became severe. I lowered my voice, "Orson, please help me."