Mary looked back at the ward, trying hard to stop her tears.

"Initially, her blood vessels started to harden, then the efficacy of the treatment gradually decreased over the past few days. Now, several hemorrhagic spots have appeared...I'm afraid, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive tonight!"

Byron's eyes were filled with shock and distress upon this news. He pushed Mary's hand away and strode into the ward.

In the ward, the group of experts surrounded Rosalie. They looked helpless, with pity on their faces.

"What’s going on?" Byron asked in a cold voice.

The experts buried their heads, unsure how to answer.

Anyone who tells the truth might incur the president’s wrath.

"Byron, give Miss Jacobs the antidote, quick!"

Chloe followed in to see Byron furious. She was agitated but remained calm to remind him.

Everyone noticed her existence. Their eyes wandered between her and Byron, quietly uncertain about Chloe's identity.

Mary came in as well.

When she was in the corridor ju