Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 506

Judd paused for a moment before replying calmly, "He gets like that when things don't go his way. You'll get used to it."

"Did something happen?"

He didn't answer directly, instead closing the file in front of him. "Was there something you needed?"

Charlotte finally remembered why she'd come. "I was just looking at the project proposal for the AD targeted therapy. I was wondering if repurposing old drugs to shorten R&D time and lower costs would affect the intervention's efficacy."

Judd steepled his fingers, looking at her intently. "If we can ensure the drug's stability and effectiveness aren't compromised, this approach could be a major breakthrough."

"But don't you think it's incredibly risky? There are so many variables involved in drug repositioning," Charlotte said, her voice laced with concern.

He nodded slightly. "It is risky. But science itself is a process of trial and error. How will we know if we don't try?"

Charlotte was taken aback. Looking at the confident and resolute man before her, she suddenly broke into a smile. "I guess I'm worrying too much."

"You're just doing it for your mother."

At his words, the smile on her face turned bittersweet.

Noticing the change in her eyes, Judd relaxed his tightly clasped hands. "You should... treat me to dinner tonight."

Charlotte blinked, surprised. He averted his gaze, his expression unchanging. "I need to cut back on my expenses lately. Besides, you still owe me two meals."

She laughed and nodded. "Alright."

...

Wesley was sipping tea in the penthouse lounge of Caleb's hotel. The lounge was an exclusive, private suite that Caleb used to entertain distinguished guests and was not open to the public.

Caleb poured the freshly brewed tea into a clear glass cup, the rich liquid steaming as it filled the air with a fragrant aroma. "You've rarely come to visit since you took over your father's position."

Wesley's grip on his teacup tightened, causing some of the hot liquid to spill onto the back of his hand. He didn't flinch. "And you're not using her?"

Caleb's goal was so clear that Wesley couldn't find a trace of deception. Perhaps he had never tried to hide his true intentions.

Just as Wesley stood up to leave, Caleb called out to him. When he turned back, Caleb placed a photograph on the table.

Wesley was confused. "What's this?"

Caleb raised his cup to his lips and took a slow sip. "Something you want."