The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 945

Krya looked at him skeptically, but seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she reluctantly believed him.

At that moment, she sat down irritably, her face looking pale.

“You think it's a good thing? I'm afraid it's not that simple!” She furrowed her brows and muttered a complaint, her mood sinking to an all-time low. Who on earth is causing trouble at such a sensitive time? Jean is so smart. He's probably already realized that I've been the one pulling the strings behind the scenes all along. With this revelation, there's a high chance he'll end up pinning the blame on me! I'm afraid, from now on, he might completely fall out with me.

The mere thought of it sent her into an inexplicable panic.

Originally, she just wanted to stir up some trouble for Neera.

Although she had considered the possibility that Jean might suspect her, but he could do nothing without evidence.

Now, it seemed she might have bitten off more than she could chew.

Later on, after Neera had fallen into a deep sleep, Jean finally tiptoed out of the room.

Once the room door was closed, the gentleness on his face vanished completely, leaving only a chilling coldness.

He went to the lab, found Osbert, and asked straightforwardly, “Could you find any evidence for the incident about the child who died in the research center two years ago?”

Osbert was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

“Absolutely. Many people can vouch for this. Besides, there are records for all the medications that Neera donated every year. I can help retrieve them.”

That was undoubtedly good news, which brought a sense of relief to Jean.

“All right. I'll leave this matter in your hands.”

Osbert patted his chest. “It's a small matter. As long as I can help Neera, I'm willing to do anything!”

After saying that, he put down his work and went to organize the evidence first.

Glancing at the time, Luigi said, “The medicine sent by Professor Hanson's friend should be arriving soon. I'll go back and wait for it. As soon as it arrives, I'll bring it over immediately.”

Jean nodded, reminding him, “You must be careful. We can't afford any more mistakes.”

Luigi knew what he was referring to, and nodded. “Don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on it.”

After Luigi left, Jean took out Neera's phone, found a name in the contacts, and dialed the number.

It was past one in the morning when Luigi returned, carrying a new medicine.

Neera's mind was troubled. She hadn't slept for long and was just waking up.

When she saw the new medicine, her spirits lifted immediately, and she came over to verify it.

“It's correct this time.”

After confirming there were no mistakes, she promptly administered an injection to all the infected individuals, and only then did she inject herself.

Half an hour later, the itching and discomfort caused by the allergy were somewhat subdued.

Jean had Ian prepare food for everyone.

He took advantage of the situation to coax Neera into eating more than half a bowl of oatmeal.

Afterward, he accompanied her back to the lounge, watching her fall asleep once again.

Perhaps it was because he was by her side, Neera inexplicably felt that even if the sky were to fall, she would still be at peace, and thus, she slept much more soundly.

The next day, as soon as she woke up, she saw someone she never expected to see.

Daisy and Eugene were dressed in protective gear, sitting on the couch in the office!

She was quite surprised and couldn't help but ask, “W-Why are you here?”

Daisy immediately stood up to greet her, looking at her with concern. “I had originally planned to bring you the medicinal material, and I was worried about you. I've managed to gather all the ones you urgently needed. However, I could only find snowleaf that's two hundred years old. Compared to seven-hundred-year-old snowleaf, the effect will definitely be diminished, but it's better than nothing.”

Upon hearing that, Neera was instantly filled with immense excitement.

Although it wouldn't completely cure the allergy, the two-hundred-year-old snowleaf could at least buy some time for research and development.

Unexpectedly, Eugene was so efficient in handling matters. He truly deserved to be the person in charge of the World Medical Alliance.

“Mr. Grey, thank you. Once I recover from my illness, whatever you wish to eat, just say the word. I guarantee I'll let you have your fill!”

Upon hearing that, Eugene fumed at her, “Pfft! Is that how you show gratitude? You little rascal, always causing me trouble!”

He voiced his complaints, but his tone couldn't hide his concern. “By the way, I saw those news articles online. What's all that about?”

Neera's expression remained calm. “It's a long story.”

At that moment, Jean walked up to her and took the initiative to say, “Let me handle this, Neera, Osbert, you two go ahead with your work.”

As he spoke, he gently ruffled Neera's hair. His expression and gestures were filled with an indescribable affection.

Upon witnessing that scene, both Eugene and Daisy were taken aback, casting puzzled glances at him.

When they came in, they noticed him and assumed he was a staff member here.

But now it seemed that wasn't the case.