The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 762

His brother’s obsession with medical research bordered on madness. Treating his own flesh and blood like a guinea pig was exactly the kind of thing Zeus would do.

"What did you expect?" Zeus replied coldly, completely unfazed. "These aren't cheap over-the-counter vitamins. It’s a cutting-edge, highly classified treatment, and I need the clinical data. If I don't know exactly how your body is reacting, I can't adjust the dosage. So, if you don't want to die, I suggest you take this seriously."

He paused, his gaze narrowing. "And effective immediately, absolutely no sex."

The word "die" made Clive flinch. The color drained from his face. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the notebook, but he didn't argue. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, "...Fine."

Zeus didn't spare him another glance, turning toward his study. "Once you're done, go home. I have to leave for work."

The living room fell into a heavy silence. Clive sat alone, staring down at the notebook and the remaining pills. His forced arrogance melted away, leaving only dread. He suddenly hurled the notebook onto the sofa and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking silently under the crushing weight of reality.

Later, the moment Clive stashed the experimental drugs in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, his phone shrilled. He glanced at the screen.

Winifred Lawson.

Just a few days ago, seeing her name would have sparked a thrill of excitement. Now, knowing what she always wanted from him... It had only been a day since his last session with her, and yet she was already calling, completely insatiable. The purpose of this call was undoubtedly the same.

A toxic mix of disgust, exhaustion, and profound humiliation boiled in his gut. He stared at the glowing screen for several seconds before taking a deep breath and answering. "Winifred," he forced out, trying to keep his voice steady.

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