The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 319

"It's impossible to say," Vivienne replied, her expression gravely serious. "Based on our animal models, if a subject fails the initial neural signal scans, the odds of passing later are practically zero... However, it isn't an absolute impossibility. A microscopic fraction of the sample group miraculously exhibited spontaneous signals during secondary testing."

"As for a timeline? It could happen tomorrow. It could be next year. It could be a decade from now... or it could be never."

Garrison didn't utter a word.

His thick, dark lashes fluttered shut as he stared down at his hands—hands that had once wielded the most precise surgical scalpel on earth, hands that had toiled in a sterile lab at three in the morning to synthesize the most revolutionary cancer cure in human history.

He had been so incredibly, agonizingly close!

Yet now, those hands lay uselessly in his lap. Totally empty. Unable to grasp the one thing he actually wanted.

She refused to come back.

After everything, she still refused to return to his side.

A long, agonizing silence stretched through the room before Garrison finally lifted his head. The pale sunlight illuminated his gaunt face, rendering him as lifeless as a wooden puppet stripped of its soul.

"Manager Hayes, I have one last request... Can I see her?"

Vivienne hesitated, then gave a slow, somber nod. "Yes."

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