Lemira froze at the question, scrambling for a believable explanation.

After a brief pause, she said, "Imagine waking up completely disoriented, finding yourself strapped to an operating table, and seeing Rowan standing over you in surgical scrubs. Anyone would be terrified."

She patted her chest, feigning lingering anxiety. She lowered her gaze. "After all, I don't trust the Langston family at all. My head was spinning, and I was so scared. I'm just glad you were there, otherwise I would have lost my mind."

Even though she had believed it was a nightmare, having Orion by her side had grounded her.

Orion kept his eyes on her, though her lowered head concealed her true expression. He reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. "It's all in the past now. Whatever you're afraid of won't happen."

He suspected Rowan had used the operating table to threaten her in the past. It was the only logical explanation for her severe reaction.

Hearing his firm reassurance, Lemira looked up and met his deep, unwavering gaze. In that instant, all her remaining apprehension vanished.

A soft smile graced her lips. "Of course."

Those horrors belonged to her past life. They would never happen again, and she would never be as foolishly naive as she had been.

Thinking back to Rowan, she asked, "Are the medications Rowan provided really that effective?"

"Yes. Director Harrison personally verified them, otherwise I never would have agreed to let Rowan treat you. The Director confirmed that the results are exceptional and you won't suffer any lasting complications."

A flicker of doubt crossed Lemira's eyes.

In her past life, Rowan wasn't this medically brilliant. She knew he had peddled experimental drugs under the guise of anti-aging and life-extension to scam the wealthy. But could he have independently developed these treatments?

This didn't align with her previous life at all.

Orion noticed her hesitation. "What is it? Did you find something suspicious?"

"In my memory, Rowan was never this capable," she explained with a frown. "The only reason he managed to join the Aether Research Facility in the first place was because I worked tirelessly to track down an ancient medical formula for him."

Based on her past life, Rowan's scam on the elite had nearly been exposed, and someone else had to step in to cover it up.

"According to my investigation, Rowan is currently the Chief of Research at the laboratory, as well as the owner of VitaLife Pharmaceuticals," Orion said.

"What about the previous head of the island's team?"

"He's still working there, but he's no longer in charge."

The confusion in Lemira's eyes deepened. In her past life, Rowan had never

become the Chief of Research, let alone the owner of VitaLife Pharmaceuticals. The former head was supposed to be the boss.

Now, Rowan had completely usurped that position.

Something felt fundamentally

wrong. Had her rebirth triggered a butterfly effect that altered his trajectory? Even the Regeniskin Advanced Seat Serum-a product hế had only developed after relentlessly experimenting on her face in her past life-was now readily available without her involvement.

It was all too strange.

"What's on your mind?" Orion asked. "Do you think Rowan doesn't have the skills to lead the facility?"

"Exactly. To run the Aether Research

Facility, you need both extraordinary research capabilities and top-tier management skills. But havent seen Rowan in years. Maybe he really did improve on his own."

She couldn't be certain.

"I'll send someone to the island to conduct a thorough investigation," Orion offered smoothly.

"That would be great. I'd love to know how he managed to climb to the top."

Perhaps discovering what Rowan did on the island would explain his drastic transformation.

Orion checked the time. "We'll observe you for one more night, and you can be discharged tomorrow morning."

Lemira nodded obediently, her eyes lingering on him. She realized that while he looked, much like the boy from her memories, his features had sharpened into strikingly handsome, mature lines, radiating a distinct, undeniable masculinity.