The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 137

At the Whites’ estate, Steven was in the middle of running a check-up on Norris. When he finished all the tests, his face looked troubled.

“Norris, the toxins in your body are spreading faster than before. The special medication I made isn’t working like it used to. For your own sake, I think you should get in touch with the pharmaceutical big shot behind Ambrosia Vitae as soon as you can. If the toxin in your body builds up past forty percent, it could do permanent damage to your immune system. At that point, forget about standing up. Even staying alive would be a miracle.”

Norris paused when he heard this, his usually cool face losing a bit of its composure. Sitting there, he started rubbing his knee without thinking—a habit he had whenever he was deep in thought.

He’d noticed his body changing lately, too. Before, he could breeze through four or five meetings in a row without feeling tired. But three days ago, after just two meetings, he felt so drained that he had to go lie down in the lounge for a while before he could move on.

“Aaron already reached out to them,” Norris said. “They said they can’t fit me in at the moment. The earliest is at least another month away.”

Steven always knew getting a meeting with someone at that level wasn’t easy, but he hadn’t expected it to be impossible. Before this mysterious new player showed up, Elaine had been the undisputed leader for eight years running. If Norris hadn’t tossed twenty million their way, that record never would have been broken, and nobody would even be talking about a new leader in pharmaceuticals. Did this new genius really have no curiosity about Norris at all?

“Should we try reaching out again? I’m worried your condition’s going to be even worse in a month.”

Nobody wants to die, especially not someone like Norris, who’d already looked death in the face and walked away. He gave a quick nod. “I’ll keep trying,” he said.

Right then, the butler knocked on the door, sounding polite as always. “Steven, Irvin is here.”

Steven’s eyebrows shot right up. “Irvin? Isn’t he usually asleep at this hour? What’s got him up this early?”

He remembered those suits—modern details, but overall classic and formal, muted colors, sharp cuts. Perfect for meeting someone from an older generation. There was no time for a rush order, so there he was, asking Norris for help.

“Wade actually said yes to meeting you?” Steven nearly bounced on his feet, eyes wide with excitement before Norris could say anything. “Bring me along too! I want to see the legend in person!”

To people like them, Wade was a living legend. When Norris was still studying at Kingsbridge Medical University, he dreamed about working under Wade. But even with top grades and every connection possible, he never got a nod from the man. Then after Norris's accident, Steven had dropped everything, moved from Cabinda to Harrisburg, and stayed there for three years running. He never did get to officially work for Wade, but his respect for the man just grew over time.

Maybe at any other time, Irvin would have let Steven tag along. But tonight really wasn’t the night.

“I have something important to discuss with Wade. It wouldn’t be the right time for you to be there.”