“The main reason is that the house is a detached three-story villa in the suburbs. It has plenty of rooms,” Leilani explained patiently. “You won’t be disturbing me. But most importantly...”
She paused, looking directly at Payton. “I need a quiet, sterile environment to treat you properly.”
Payton remained unmoved. “I don’t see much difference. You never said this environment was unsuitable before.”
“Payton, while it’s quiet enough here, there is a fatal flaw: safety.” Leilani’s tone was cool and logical, ticking off her reasons one by one. “First, the toxin in your body isn’t ordinary. If something goes wrong during treatment, living there ensures we have space for emergency equipment and supplies.”
“Second, it’s not safe for me, a single woman, to live in such a large house alone. Asking you to come along is also to ensure my own security.”
She turned to Abel. “What do you think?”
Abel scratched his head and whispered, “Payton, I think Dr. Sloan has a point... Look at this place, we don’t even have proper sterilization equipment. And she’s right, it’s dangerous for her to be out there alone.”
Payton fell silent for a moment. He lifted his head, his empty sockets seemingly staring right through her. “Leilani, tell me the truth. Are you doing this for your safety, or for mine?”
Leilani didn’t flinch. “Both. I’m genuinely worried about leaving you and Abel here in the slums, and I’m genuinely uneasy about living alone in that big house. The best solution is for the three of us to move together.”
Payton let out a dry chuckle. “At least you’re honest.”
He rubbed the armrest of his wheelchair, and after a long silence, finally relented. “Fine.”

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