drian laughed coldly, but suppressed all emotion in his eyes.
He paused, then simply said: “Forget it. You don’t need to know.”
He had originally wanted to cut straight to the truth–that the girl who had quietly donated bone marrow to save the severely injured and dying Alpha at the border war zone had never left her name in Ferris’s life.
And the name belonging to Ashley that Ferris saw was most likely added after she bribed someone.
Adrian’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.
Ferris didn’t deserve to know this truth.
He had never treasured her, so how could he deserve to know that she had nearly died for him once?
“Just keep living in your own world, Ferris.”
Adrian withdrew his gaze and turned to leave, his voice carrying its usual elegance and sharpness: “You’re no longer worthy of being my opponent.”
Ferris clenched his teeth, standing in place, his fingers trembling slightly with anger.
But Adrian had already walked away without looking back.
Aurora’s POV
In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the hospital room curtains, somewhat glaring.
I was leaning against the headboard, sipping medicine in small sips, when the door opened and a familiar figure walked in.
It was Milo.
He carried a bag of fruit and several books. As soon as he entered, he frowned: “Why do you look so pale? Is it serious?”
I smiled gently: “It’s nothing, just a fever.”
He walked to the bedside, placed the fruit on the nightstand, pulled up a chair and sat down, sighing deeply: “Aurora, if you disregard your health like this
gain, I’m gonna start swearing, like, all the time.”
Seeing the worry in his eyes, my heart warmed slightly.
But the next second, he put away that softness and became somewhat worried: “However, normally I shouldn’t disturb you with troublesome matters when
you’re sick, but this is quite serious–I have to tell you.”
rarely saw Milo this anxious, and couldn’t help but be curious: “What’s wrong?”
He looked at me, his tone becoming more serious: “Aurora, have you ever sold the formula for the ‘Silverlight Herb Stabilizer‘ to anyone else?”
The Silverlight Herb Stabilizer was a potion I had newly developed in recent months. Before its success, many companies had approached me, but I had rejected
hem all.
After successful development, I planned to launch it under the name of the company Milo and I had newly established.
I couldn’t help but be puzzled: “No, I rejected all the companies that showed purchasing interest.”
Hearing this, Milo was instantly furious.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out a printed report from his bag, spreading it in front of me: “The Silverlight Herb Stabilizer–someone actually beat us to it and published the research results first. The formula and effects are identical. They’re calling this drug the ‘Moonlight Herb Stabilizer.“”
I was stunned and quickly flipped through the report, scanning rapidly.
The formula structure, sustained release ratios, and even the noted side effects were almost identical to the version I had personally formulated two years ago.
“This…” I murmured, I remember now. I posted that early formula on a closed medical forum under the name ‘Moonvell a few years ago. That was just a preliminary proposal that hadn’t undergone any clinical verification.”
Milo handed me his phone, which was playing a video.
The video background was a werewolf medical press conference, with Ashley sitting in the center wearing light makeup, confidently claiming that the Moonlight Herb Stabilizer was her exclusive research achievement, repeatedly saying “to save more werewolves.”
