Over the next few days, Juniper practically lived in the lab, frantically searching for an alternative while keeping tabs on the hunt for Corvus.
Despite the combined might of the Sigma Network and Subterra Vanguard tearing the city apart, Corvus seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.
"Dad only has three pills left." Harold set a glass of lemon water next to Juniper.
Three pills meant six days.
In six days, without the permanent cure, Silas's fever would spike, and he would burn alive.
"Still no sign of Corvus?" Juniper asked, her brow furrowed. "That doesn't make sense."
He purposely gave them only a twenty-day supply. Wasn't it obvious he wanted to use Silas's life as leverage to control her again?
As time ticked down, if Silas died, Corvus would lose his only bargaining chip.
"Nothing," Harold shook his head grimly. "Both networks are doing everything they can, but the trail is completely dead."
"Got it." Juniper rubbed her temples. Just as the anxiety threatened to boil over, her phone rang.
It was her mother.
"Juniper," Theia's cheerful voice came through the speaker. "Are you still at the lab? I cooked a big meal. Bring Harold and come home."
"We've all been reunited for a while now, but we haven't sat down for a proper family dinner yet."
Ever since she was told the antidote was coming along, Theia's mood had visibly brightened.
"We're on our way," Juniper promised. As she walked out, she sent a quick text to Shanley at his corporate headquarters: *Mom is hosting a family dinner.*
He replied instantly: *We aren't officially engaged yet. Would it be appropriate if I crashed?*
*Come or don't. I don't care.*
*I'm coming.* Shanley was grinning like a fool as he stood up, glancing at the stunned executives around the boardroom table. "Meeting adjourned early. Have a good evening."
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