“I understand.”
Without another word, Darren turned on his heel and left.
He’d barely made it out of the room when Mr. Nathan Harrington turned to the old butler, his voice grave. “Has that person… replied yet?”
The old butler shook his head and answered quietly, “Just like every year, sir. Marked as read, but no reply.”
A deep worry clouded Nathan Harrington’s face.
Outside the mansion, Darren had just gotten into his car when his phone rang. The bodyguard reported, “Mr. Harrington, Ryan just brought a laptop and some other electronics to Ms. Lawson’s room.”
Darren replied offhandedly, “Let them do as they please.”
Charlotte couldn’t move a muscle right now—what good would a computer do her?
He wasn’t concerned. One way or another, she wasn’t going anywhere.
After hanging up, Darren texted his assistant:
*Arriving at the office in ten minutes. Contact the private investigator. I want Xena’s entire background compiled and on my desk.*
Meanwhile, in the hospital room—
Charlotte lay with slender silver needles and electrodes attached to her scalp, her lips moving steadily as she recited a long, complex string of letters and numbers.
Ryan sat at her bedside, awkwardly typing each character into the laptop as she dictated. He didn’t understand what any of it meant, but he knew this mattered to his mom. His small fingers tapped away, careful not to miss a single letter.
With every line of code entered, Charlotte could feel the malfunctioning chip inside her beginning to sync with her brain again. Warmth spread through her body, a gentle tingle even reaching the bones that had only just been set—signs her body was finally starting to heal.
She’d done it. She’d achieved a perfect fusion between the chip and her brain—a breakthrough in neural interface research. If this technology could be adapted for biomedical use, it would mean hope for so many: paralyzed patients walking again, the blind seeing, the deaf hearing—lives transformed by what she’d created.
In the past, every time she crossed a new frontier, her first instinct was always to tell Herbert, to share her joy.
But now…
This success she’d dreamed of for over a decade—there was no one left to celebrate with.
For a fleeting moment, Herbert’s gentle face flashed in her mind. She forced the memory away almost immediately.

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