Chapter 790: Found the Antidote 3

Chapter 790: Chapter 790: Found the Antidote 3

Annabelle Linton was startled by his sudden agitation, but then she smiled and said serenely, "Everyone in this world will die one day. No one lives forever. COUGH COUGH, COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

She coughed weakly a few times, her lips slightly pale, and said in a low voice, "I’m just leaving a little earlier than the rest of you. There’s nothing to be sad about. If this is already a foregone conclusion, we just have to face it."

Annabelle Linton turned to look out the window.

Winter had arrived, and the trees were long since bare.

Although she couldn’t see anything, she could hear the sound of the wind. It was a little cold.

In a season like this, one’s mood always grew inexplicably calm, tinged with a faint sadness and melancholy.

She was no exception.

Annabelle Linton’s favorite poet, Shelley, once wrote something.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Those words had helped her endure countless moments when she felt she couldn’t go on any longer.

But now, those words could no longer inspire her.

She wouldn’t live to see the spring.

Her eyes began to sting, but she fought back the tears.

Annabelle Linton said, her voice choked with emotion, "Quentin, I hope that after I’m gone, all of you will be okay. Don’t be sad for me. I’m sure I’ll be very happy in the next world."

Quentin Holland’s own eyes were bloodshot as he looked at her, not knowing what to say.

She held the warm water in her hands, feeling its warmth, her emotions unusually calm.

Annabelle Linton continued, as if giving her last words, "I know I might not last three months. I promised Leona Grant a wedding, so I’ll be leaving this place next month."

"Someone once said it’s best to say goodbye early. Even though I plan to give up next month, for this month at least, the experiments must continue as usual.

A month of experiments is full of unknown variables. Several years ago, we developed a data-driven experimental technique that uses the bodies of the deceased for certain experiments. The professor certified it and said it was perfectly viable.

Quentin, if, during one of these experiments, I happen to die, I want you to preserve my body and continue using it for the research. Find a way to stall Leona Grant. Regardless of whether I’m alive or dead, regardless of whether an antidote can be developed in the end... I’m begging you, you have to give it your all, okay?"

Annabelle Linton’s health was truly in a terrible state. Without the palliative medicine, she could barely speak a few words before descending into a long fit of coughing.

She had coughed several times just during that short speech.

Finally, she didn’t forget to add, "I hope she can live a good life. That’s my only wish in this world."

Quentin Holland stared at her, unable to say a single word.

’Annabelle Linton is just too intelligent. It must be in her genes.’

’What she just said sounded like a sick woman in a state of depression, taking precautions and saying a preemptive goodbye.’

’But that wasn’t it. That wasn’t it at all.’

’She was, in every way possible, emphasizing to him that her time was short. But even in death, she refused to give up, demonstrating how important Leona Grant was to her.’

’At the same time, by telling him to use her own body for experiments, she was showing her determination.’

’She had said all this because she was afraid he would worry that her body couldn’t take the strain and end up switching out the real antidote.’

’And to be honest, he really had been considering it.’

’Annabelle Linton had truly thought of everything.’