<h4>Chapter 517: The Drug for Schizophrenia</h4>


    However, Mason remained calm, staring deeply at him. "Alright, but I need to go with them into the basement. You can’t touch them!"


    Mason made a concession.


    E felt somewhat disappointed. Despite the intense tension just moments ago, it didn’t escte into anything. It was truly a pity.


    "Fine, you can all go to the basement," Isaac replied, temporarily giving in with a casual tone.


    Dealing with Mason was no problem for Isaac.


    Leaving this ce to find another ind to live on was out of the question. After all, in the process of searching, he might run into Eric and his group.


    Isaac understood that his life might being to an end soon, and Elias was hisst experimental surgery, the final project he’d worked on. When Mason finally let his guard down, Isaac would have his way with him.


    E furrowed her brow. She didn’t know what to say. This man actually wanted to apany her to the basement?


    He must be nning to take advantage of her, right?


    E shot him a cold nce before following the bodyguard who led her toward the basement.


    The basement wasn’t shabby, with dim lighting, decent beds and sofas, a small coffee table, and a few books on cell biology.


    E gentlyid her son on the bed. The basement was warmer now, but she still tenderly covered Elias with a nket.


    Mason stood there, watching E’s gentle expression and soft movements. His heart stirred with emotions, like the spring tide rising within him.


    This woman’s gentleness was all for her family.


    And he was, and always would be, an outsider.


    The thought made him feel frustrated.


    E turned to look at him and grabbed the small knife in her hand. "Don’t even think about taking advantage of me, or I won’t hesitate to defend myself."


    Mason was somewhat irritated. "E, if you came with me, I’d take you and Elias away immediately. I won’t let my uncle hurt you."


    E sneered, sitting down on the nearby sofa with a low voice, "Mason, you’re too naive. Your uncle’s hands are stained with blood. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill another nephew."


    Mason sank into a gloomy silence.


    For the past three years, he had been financially supporting Isaac’s research institute. Isaac had been on the brink of failure three years ago, but after turning to Mason, they had struck a deal.


    At that time, Mason thought entrusting Elias to Isaac was a good move. If the police investigated, Isaac would be the one behind everything.


    Isaac, for the sake of money and his experimental subjects, naturally didn’t hesitate.


    Once the police came knocking, he wouldn’t have much to say. He knew he was responsible for dozens of lives and that he had nowhere to run. Everywhere was a dead end.


    "You said Isaac is a cell researcher, right? His generation and the next are all mediocre, with no outstanding achievements. But your line is different," E said with a cold smile. "Isaac isn’t fighting for science. He’s fighting for himself and his descendants. If his research truly seeds, the one benefiting will be him. He might even find a way to represent people like you... and take everything from the Scott family."


    "E, you’re just exaggerating. My uncle has never had such intentions, and don’t try to sow discord," Mason chuckled lightly. "Such low tactics, you should use them less."


    E pressed her lips together. "But... he won’t spare you. I don’t think he ns to use us as hostages, but... he wants Elias. After all, Eric ising soon, and his experiment is iplete."


    Mason grinned wickedly. "Once my people find a suitable ind, we’ll move. E, be a good girl and be mine."


    E was speechless.


    She couldn’tmunicate with Mason, so she casually picked up a book nearby and started flipping through it.


    But the book was too scientific for her, and E couldn’t get into it. Sure enough, she and scientists were frompletely different worlds.


    She put the book down and sat by Elias’ bed, watching his sleeping face.


    Mason, feeling frustrated, picked up a cup of tea and mmed it onto the floor, startling little Elias, who was sleeping, causing him to suddenly open his eyes and cling tightly to E.


    E cursed under her breath and quickly patted her son’s back. "It’s alright, don’t mind this crazy uncle, let’s go back to sleep!"


    Elias, still shaken, couldn’t fall back asleep so quickly. He peeked his head out and saw Mason’s angry face.


    "Mason, what you’re doing is ruining your future. Just let us go," E said softly.


    Mason snorted coldly. "Sorry, I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all my uncle’s idea."


    E didn’t believe him at all.


    Seeing that persuasion had no effect, she went back to soothing Elias to sleep.


    Elias, who was already tired from the excitement of seeing E earlier and missing his afternoon nap, quickly grew drowsy.


    Soon, Elias was back asleep. E leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes, quietly resting.


    No matter what, she’d deal with it after tonight.


    Mason decided to sleep on the sofa, not making any moves on E. In fact, her words had been on his mind.


    Isaac, that twisted researcher, could indeed do anything.


    Now, Isaac probably thought he no longer needed his funding, so... would he really kill his own nephew?


    Mason only had two bodyguards and a pilot. Compared to Isaac’s forces, he waspletely outmatched.


    If Isaac really made a move, Mason wouldn’t stand a chance. Isaac had too many people on his side.


    Mason hoped Isaac still had some humanity left, that when he took action, he’d remember the years Mason had supported him.


    The next morning, breakfast was delivered. E and Elias weren’t on guard, and when Mason saw them eating without issue, he picked up his own bowl of porridge.


    But before he could finish his meal, Mason suddenly felt dizzy.


    His hand loosened, and the bowl crashed to the floor, spilling porridge everywhere, the bowl shattered to pieces.


    "Dammit... what is going on?" Mason cried out weakly, his consciousness growing more and more blurred.


    E quickly pulled Elias to the side, her expression growing more serious.


    It seemed her guess had been right. Isaac had actually taken action against his nephew.


    At that moment, Isaac and two bodyguards walked in, and upon seeing Mason struggling on the floor, Isaac coldly curled his lips. "Mason, even though you’ve been good to me these past three years... I still don’t want you to interfere with my ns. So, please, just sleep for a few days."


    "Uncle... what did you give me?" Mason was utterly shocked, his anger boiling inside him.


    Isaac smiled faintly. "It’s a drug I invented that causes schizophrenia. It will make you sleep for a few days, and then you’ll go crazy. But after a month, you’ll naturally recover."


    Mason was stunned. He regretted it deeply. He shouldn’t have partnered with this devil of an uncle. He shouldn’t have thought of using Isaac to get back at Eric!