Chapter 99:
“Afraid that if the shortage worsens, they’ll ask you to step in. They believe in your skills. They think you’re their best chance if something happens to their boys.” Rylie nodded slowly. “So that’s it?”
“I told them not to worry,” Rory added. “With your standing in the Owen family, they won’t let you be sent anywhere near danger.”
Rylie held his gaze. “If the time comes, I’ll go. Who I am doesn’t depend on anyone’s name. No one decides for me.”
Rory gave her shoulder a light pat, his expression softening as another topic came to mind. “That young general from the Morgan family managed to get through the first phase of treatment. Still, everyone knows Nexo-7 doesn’t offer lasting results. He might seem healthy for now, but we both understand the reality. The prognosis isn’t promising. The Morgan family is holding a second-phase seminar soon. A number of medical elites are expected to attend. Will you be there?”
Rylie gave a slight nod, her eyes narrowing. “I already have a clear understanding of how Brad should be treated.”
“Did he give you permission to handle it?”
“Yes,” Rylie answered. “The research project belongs to Timothy, but I’m the one managing the experimental work. Brad agreed to fund the project and provide a lab. I’m in charge of the planning and the treatment.”
Rory blinked in surprise before asking, “Then why the need for a seminar? Isn’t it already settled?”
Rylie’s tone remained even. “Brad and I have our arrangement, but it’s a private one. The Morgan family wasn’t part of that deal. Sean respects Brad, sure, but he’s not going to risk everything on just one voice. They want to collect perspectives and weigh their options. That’s fair.”
Rory leaned back slightly and added, “Word is, the Wilde family’s aiming to dominate this seminar.”
Rylie gave a faint smile, though her gaze turned colder. “The Wilde family? Their time in medicine is nearly over.”
Rory noticed the chill in her gaze and let out a quiet sigh. “The Wilde family might be headed for trouble. I’ve heard whispers about their hospital. They certainly don’t live up to their claim of compassion.”
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Time quickly arrived for the Morgan family’s seminar.
Rylie, living nearby, didn’t rush. She rose early, spent some time at the Serenity Manor gym boxing and stretching through Pilates. After a refreshing shower, she walked to the library.
The manor’s library held a vast collection gathered by the Owen family over time. Many of the books were rare, some even considered priceless.
As Rylie explored the aisles, she reached the section on music. The table nearby was cluttered with books pulled off the shelves. Loose pages lay scattered, and paper balls had piled up beside the stacks. Her brow furrowed. “These were curated by professionals. How did they end up like this?” A passing servant paused and explained, “Miss Garrett was writing music here over the past few days. We didn’t have the chance to clean it up.”
Rylie picked up a crumpled sheet from the pile. It contained part of a composition. Paola had started it but never finished.
After reading through it, she frowned slightly, then tossed it into the waste bin. Her eyes then fell on the nearby piano, which had been moved out of the music room and now sat just beyond the shelves.
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