Chapter 1115:
Deandre froze for a moment. “His leg? I thought you saved it.” He clearly remembered seeing Brad wheeled out of surgery with both legs intact.
Rylie pressed her lips together. “The limb is still there, but the nerves won’t regenerate. Over time, the muscles will atrophy. Functionally, it’ll be like he lost it. Without advanced treatment, he’ll be in a wheelchair for life. Deandre, Brad can’t live like that.” Her voice softened. “He’s proud. He holds himself to high standards and carries too much responsibility. His future can’t end here.”
Deandre fell silent, the resistance in his gaze slowly giving way to something more complex.
“So… that regeneration transplant system,” he asked slowly, his tone shifting from doubt to cautious interest. “Do you think it could work on Brad’s leg?”
ѕ𝘁𝗼𝘳𝗂еѕ 𝗒оu 𝘄o𝗇’𝘵 p𝘶𝗍 𝖽ow𝗻 𝗈𝗻 𝗀аlո𝗈𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗈m
“Not just the leg,” Rylie corrected, her mind already racing ahead. “It focuses on targeted regeneration and functional rebuilding of the peripheral nervous system—using biocompatible scaffolds and neural interface technology. If development goes as planned, it could reconnect damaged nerves, restore signaling, and bring back both movement and sensation.”
In other words, it could bring the leg back to life. Deandre understood that if this research succeeded, it would attract enormous attention—and scrutiny. For now, he chose to stay silent.
The research aimed to restore movement to damaged limbs, and Deandre knew its success would attract immediate attention from the entire medical community.
“When this study finally works, it could disrupt the medical industry,” he said. “Companies that control exclusive technologies would see their patents become irrelevant, and the inflated costs they depend on would collapse. That’s why, when Lochlan asked me to fund this research, there were constant attempts to sabotage it.”
His tone cooled slightly. “Those earlier issues with the human trials? All deliberate interference. I finally drew a line. I told the lab that if things didn’t improve, we’d shut the project down and walk away.”
Rylie gave a calm nod. “I understand, Deandre. I know exactly what you’re saying, and I realize how serious this is.”
“But this is about Brad,” Deandre added. “I’ll go with you tomorrow.”
He glanced at Rylie’s clothes. “Before we leave, take a proper shower and change into something comfortable. You need to be rested and ready.”
With Brad now safe, Rylie finally allowed herself to relax. She slept deeply at Deandre’s home for the first time in days.
She had stayed here before while caring for Lochlan, and after working with his team at the Ruby Resort, she knew they respected her skills and treated her with courtesy.
Rylie slept soundly until a sudden crash—a cup shattering on the floor—jerked her awake in the quiet villa.
She rose quickly, pulled on a coat, and hurried toward the study, alert and cautious.
Coffee stains and broken porcelain littered the floor just inside the doorway. Deandre stood by the window, his back turned, unaware of her presence. He was speaking sharply into the phone. “Don’t even think about leaving me! Who are you involved with? Have you betrayed me?”
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