The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 252

Sloane's clear, dark eyes stayed fixed on the swirling snow outside the window as she spoke. "I'm going back into the water."

Josh froze.

"What did you just say?"

"I'm going back down to the bottom of the lake. I need to harvest The White Microbe."

Josh sprang to his feet, crowding into her space. His light brown eyes were still bloodshot from crying.

"Are you out of your mind, Sloane?! You're gambling with your life! Dr. Foster said you have a tumor in your brain—a ticking time bomb!"

"I know," Sloane replied, completely unbothered.

"Which is exactly why I'm the one who has to do it. My life isn't worth much anyway."

The casual dismissal made Josh's blood boil.

The image of her leaning down to kiss Garrison's forehead flashed in his mind.

"Why are you being so stubborn?! Is it... is it for Garrison?"

Josh's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. "Are you trying to give him a grand surprise when he wakes up?! Or did you travel thousands of miles, leave the States, trek across this frozen wasteland, and dive thousands of feet deep... all for Garrison?! Everything you've done is just to get The White Microbe for him!"

Sloane looked up at the fiery rage burning in Josh's eyes. She wasn't angry, nor did she feel offended.

She took a moment to think before answering him slowly.

"Yes, and no."

"I'm not just doing this for Garrison. I'm doing it for the people we lost. For Professor Han, for Diego, for Coach Jensen... They didn't die out here because Garrison refused David's demands. They died because The White Microbe is here."

"They wanted to bring it home."

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