<h4>Chapter 261: Chapter 261 Lucas Hughes Was Extremely Excited</h4>


    Lucas Hughes clutched his crotch tightly, his face draining of color from the pain, as blood trickled slowly through his fingers.


    As Alexander Johnson left the basement, he gave Jack Woods another order.


    "Take him to the hospital. Make sure he doesn’t bleed out."


    Lucas Hughes’s life wasn’t worth much, but if the Johnson Family found out or if Gabrie Dyer deliberately spread the news, things could getplicated.


    "Understood, Eldest Young Master."


    Jack Woods nodded, then instructed someone to take Lucas Hughes straight to the hospital.


    At the hospital, Jack Woods dumped him off and left immediately.


    Lucas Hughes was quite d they left. After all, he had wielded the knife himself. Though it looked like there was a lot of blood and the pain was indeed intense, the injury wasn’t as severe as it seemed.


    If Jack Woods had stayed and discovered the truth, he might report back to Alexander Johnson, and Lucas would end up in even deeper trouble.


    After they left, Lucas followed the doctor to have his wound treated. Once it was taken care of,


    Lucas Hughes went straight home.


    Logically, for an injury like his, staying in the hospital for a few days would have been best.


    But he couldn’t bring himself to stay. He had no desire to be in the hospital.


    As a medical PhD specializing in reproductive health at Ansun Hospital, if word got out that he was hospitalized for a genital injury, how could he face anyone ever again?


    Besides, his heart was seething with rage. He wished he could tear Chloe Simpson and Alexander Johnson apart with his bare hands. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed revenge. He had to get revenge!


    When Lucas Hughes got home, he called in a few days’ leave from work, iming personal issues, and immediately switched on hisputer.


    On his way back, he’d been mulling over the whole situation.


    He remembered his former mentor once researching a certain drug.


    And he had participated in that research himself.


    The drug was no ordinary one; it was meant to treat severe psychological conditions and was highly authoritative in its field.


    Lucas still remembered the molecr structure of that drug.


    During the study, his mentor had exined something to him.


    Drugs sharemon principles. Often, by altering just one very minor molecrponent, you can achieve twopletely different effects.


    For instance, with the drug they had studied back then, the mentor had even performed experiments to demonstrate.


    The same drug, with just one molecule altered, was tested on twob mice.


    One returned to a stable mental state from madness.


    The other spiraled from madness straight into death.


    This drug, a product of nearly two years of research, had entirely consumed his PhD years.


    So, Lucas Hughes knew this drug like the back of his hand.


    And this drug? Oh, it was perfect for Chloe Simpson!


    Ha ha ha ha ha!


    As for his injury, he had inflicted it himself. He knew his limits; there was no need to overthink it.


    He had endured five years of grinding his teeth in silence already. What were another day or two?


    That night, despite the excruciating pain in his lower body, Lucas Hughes stayed up all night. By the next morning, he had finished recreating the drug.


    In the following days, Lucas stayed home to recuperate from his injury while also waiting for the drug to take form.


    On the night the drug was ready, he immediately dialed Chloe Simpson’s number.


    "Chloe, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I beg you, please, please ask Alexander Johnson to spare me, will you?"


    "Spare you? What do you mean spare you? Lucas, aren’t we already divorced? Why would he still refuse to leave you alone?"


    Chloe waspletely at a loss; she had no recollection of that night at all. Receiving Lucas Hughes’s call left her genuinely bewildered.


    Lucas was both shocked and ted but kept his guard up and asked her a few more questions cautiously.


    Once he was sure Chloe truly didn’t remember that night’s events, joy surged wildly in his chest.


    It was as if even the heavens were aiding him!


    He wasted no time breaking down on the phone: "I... Chloe, I think I’m done. I may never be a man again. Alexander Johnson—he ruined me."