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    As a medical expert himself, Jewell had witnessed his share of the shocking lengths ambitious researchers would go to in order to make a name for themselves.


    His expression turned grim. “The research on that drug was shut down a year ago. If anyone picked it up from there, they’d have to do it in absolute secrecy—like smuggling contraband just to get it back into the country.”


    His implication was clear: investigating it wouldn’t be straightforward.


    And besides, this was all just spection, nothing more than a hunch.


    “William,” Jewell said, “instead of pouring all your energy into chasing shadows, maybe focus on helping Ste recover even a fragment of her memory.”


    He hated the thought of William wasting time on dead ends like this.


    “Marc was so convinced she’ll never remember,” William replied evenly. “That means your hypnosis sessions and treatments might be doing nothing for her at all.”


    No matter which route they took, sess wasn’t guaranteed.


    Looking at Jewell, William added leisurely, “I’m willing to try whatever it takes.”


    Jewell conceded with a nod.


    He knew there was no point in arguing anyway; he might as well back every choice William made.


    “You’re a doctor with more connections to medical professors than I have. Help me look into it, and let me know the moment you uncover anything.”


    Jewell sighed. “I understand. I’ll do what I can.”


    Even if he thought it was a fool’s errand, he wasmitted to seeing it through—for the sake of their friendship, if nothing else.


    Downstairs, Ste sat with her body coiled tight in tension, only jerking her head up at the sound of footsteps descending from the second floor.


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    Seeing it was just Jewell, she let out a slow breath of relief.


    “Dr. Vance, are you leaving?”


    He nodded. “Yes, I’ll be out of town for the next couple of days, so I won’t be able to continue your treatment. I’ll reach out once I’m back.”


    He had his hands full with William’s request, leaving little room for anything else.


    Ste blinked in momentary surprise, then nodded.


    As she watched him go, unease flooded her heart.


    He had called off their sessions right after talking to William. Did it have something to do with Marc?


    That evening, she sat across from William at the dining table, picking at her dinner in silence.


    The only sounds in the room were the faint clinks of forks and knives against tes; even their breathing seemed hushed.


    When she finally set down her utensils and started to rise, William lifted his head.


    “Last time you were at Briggs Group,” he said, “did you find anything in my office that could actually help Marc?”


    Ste froze, utterly caught off guard, her body going rigid.


    At her stillness, William let out a soft chuckle and brushed his fingers lightly across her cheek. “What are you so afraid of? Did you actually do something wrong?”


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