The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1037

"Since you're here, could you take this in to him? I need to go log his lab data immediately before I forget the exact metrics."

She desperately needed a task to channel her overwhelming adrenaline and relief.

Callahan took the heavy, steaming bowl. Feeling the warmth radiating through the ceramic, he nodded.

"Of course. Go do what you need to do. I've got him."

He watched her hurry toward the lab, noticing the absolute lightness in her step now that the crushing weight was gone. He felt his own chest loosen in response.

Pushing the door to the recovery room open gently, he found Mr. Larson resting with his eyes closed. The sunlight caught his silver hair, giving him an aura of total peace.

Hearing the door click, the older man opened his eyes. They were piercing and alert—not the eyes of a dying man, but of an old lion resting in the sun.

"The medicine is ready."

Callahan set the bowl on the nightstand and naturally reached out to help him sit up.

But Mr. Larson waved him off with a dry chuckle.

"I'm not completely useless yet."

"I've got it."

Pressing his hands against the mattress, he pushed himself upright, his spine straight and steady. When he took the bowl, his hands didn't shake at all. He drank the bitter tonic methodically, small sip by small sip, until it was entirely gone.

The soft clink of the bowl hitting the nightstand echoed in the quiet room. He lifted his gaze to Callahan, his expression intensely focused.

The room fell into an absolute, heavy silence.

"Mr. Langley," he suddenly said. His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly shifted the atmosphere in the room to something deadly serious.

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