Juliana's eyes brightened. Right! The Jordan Group has control over Africa's minerals, ammunition, and runs the largest bio pharmaceutical company in Africa! They might have discovered the cure for Virus 23! I just won the Academy Award for the Best Actress last year and have gained some fame internationally. They might help me! "You can leave. I won't leave her here." Juliana told her team after she had made up her mind. She then left with Hilda, ignoring her assistant and team's anxious pleas. The helicopter they rented was still parked on the square, and she knew how to fly it. It's around a thousand miles from here to the Jordan Group. It won't take long.. Juliana helped Hilda onto the helicopter resolutely and helped fasten her seatbelt. Hilda's eyes were half closed, and tears fell from the corner of her eyes. Juliana could hear her soft whispers between her lips. "Why bother....?" She didn't know Juliana, but she could figure out that they might have used to be best
Juliana's car ran over those burnt corpses, making some scalp numbing crackling noise. After a series of confrontations, Jordan Castle opened its gate. The gate dropped on the moat, forming a bridge. Several cars drove out from the castle, and quite a number of men wearing chemical protection suits came down to clean the battlefield. There had been outsiders coming to the castle recently. They were either desperate small forces or civilians infected by the Virus, asking for help with their last breath. The people from the castle never showed any mercy to those seeking help. They just left them to die. Layers and layers of rotten corpses were piling right outside of the castle, letting out a pungent smell. The bones of those who died from Virus 23 would be corroded by germs, and even stray dogs wouldn't go near them. The people from the castle would come out from time to time to clear up the corpses. They would burn those dead and living but infected people to death. War required
Leave? Juliana thought she had heard it wrongly. Connie must know about Hilda, but why is she not taking action after hearing that she is dying? Is she cold blooded? Juliana was unwilling to give up. She ran after her and pleaded, "Please, save her! She is dying! Please! I'm begging you, Connie!" But Connie ignored her, strode forward, and got into the car emotionlessly. The engine started again. Hearing the noise of the engine, Juliana fell into despair. She suddenly exploded and dashed toward Hilda like a gust of wind. Hilda had lost her consciousness and was leaning against the rock. There was still slight breathing as her chest rose and fell, and there was a dead little girl lying next to her. Their hands were held together. Juliana knew that Hilda would be the next to die if she didn't get the cure. She never knew she had such strength. She felt nothing as she carried Hilda and ran toward Connie's car before she left. She put Hilda on the ground and kneeled down, blocki
If we had arrived earlier... would the chances have been better? Why didn't I take her here earlier? God, did you do this deliberately? Connie looked up while staring at the sky through the window. Recently, there had been a fog over the sky in Africa. It looked so gloomy, as if everything might come bearing down at any moment. Why is fate such a cruel thing? After twenty years, I finally learned the truth, and now, I know that my daughter survived. However, I am helpless while I look on as she dies in front of me. In fact, she is dying due to my ruthlessness! The strong always prey on the weak, and those who are weak would end up destroyed. Once upon a time, I used to be one of the weak ones, and I couldn't even protect my love life. I worked hard to become more powerful to ensure that I could control my own fate. Nevertheless, I end up not being able to even save my daughter. I wasn't aware I had a surviving daughter. Her daily necessities weren't even taken care of, and she had
Connie glanced outside of the walls, and she noticed that the people who were begging for help were like zombies besieging the city. It was almost like purgatory beyond the walls because people seemed like ghouls that had been sent to hell to be punished. "Allow the infected ones in to receive treatment." Connie uttered, but her eyes remained cold and distant as usual. Linux was shocked, but he remained silent as he nodded. Connie added, "Contact the governments who phoned earlier asking to purchase the cure... Tell them that we will supply the cure free of charge. Besides, release the composition and formula of the cure to the public free of charge. Get the pharmaceutical factories to work over time and synthesize as many cures as possible to send them out to the main hospitals in large cities, where the infection has spread the worst." Connie did not run a charity, in fact, the cure developed by her medical team shouldn't be given out for free. This was her bargaining chip, whic
Connie, who had lost all hope, knew that it was impossible to salvage anything. She kept her head bowed while she held onto Hilda's hand tightly. She was trying to preserve the last bit of warmth. God has been so cruel to me, and I'm sure that this is my punishment. That is why I've been punished to experience the pain and despair of watching my daughter dying slowly right before my eyes. Is there a chance of redeeming myself if I were to admit to my mistakes? Suddenly, she felt as if the cold and tiny hand in her grasp had moved slightly. She thought that she was imagining things, but she looked up abruptly. She stared at the person in bed, and her eyelashes fluttered a few times. Her eyelids started quivering, as though she was trying her best to open her eyes. Hilda's lips moved a couple of times with difficulty, and Connie heard her frail and hoarse voice calling out weakly, "Mom." Connie was stunned into silence, and she thought she was dreaming. On the other hand, Linux r
Hilda opened her cloudy eyes to look at the sunny and clear blue sky through the window. Then, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, why are the lights off all along?" Connie was halfway scooping the liquid food up with a spoon when she heard that, and the smile on her face fell. After that, she reached out to wave a hand in front of her eyes. Hilda's cloudy eyes appeared lifeless like pools of stagnant water, she had no response at all. Nevertheless, she forced a smile while asking her, "Mom, why aren't you saying anything?" She has lost her eyesight. Connie's heart throbbed in pain, and she choked back a sob. She kept her head bowed while she stirred the food in the bowl. Connie blew against the hot steam before continuing feeding her one scoop after another. "Your eyesight isn't the best right now, in fact, it's very weak. You won't be able to see temporarily, but you will recover in a few days' time." Hilda seemed to have sensed something, but it was impossible to make out her
Currently, order had been gradually restored in the African continent, and the traffic had recovered slightly too. The agency was already urging her to return as soon as possible, so she had to take the flight this afternoon. She plucked up her courage to bid Connie farewell. When Juliana saw Connie walking toward her, she greeted politely. "Miss Jordan." "Ms. Hawkins." replied Connie flatly. She sounded cold and distant, as if she was putting up a barrier to keep everybody out, apart from her daughter. It was almost impossible to get a gentle and warm expression from this woman. Juliana suppressed the bitterness bubbling in her chest as she smiled at her. "I am here to bid you farewell. I have a flight to catch this afternoon because I'm returning to Taadi." Connie paused for a while before she said, "You should see my daughter." Juliana nodded and thanked her gratefully. "Thank you very much, Ms. Jordan." However, Connie's next statement sounded unexpectedly cold and cruel. "