On the deserted road, there was only their solitary black car. Ethan Sterling leaned against the car, arms crossed over his chest, standing there and listening indifferently to Dr. Goodwin's words.
Dr. Goodwin didn't look well either, with cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead.
As soon as the words fell, Ethan Sterling suddenly grabbed Dr. Goodwin by the collar, forcing their gaze to meet, and said through gritted teeth with a fierce stare, "Didn't you confidently tell me before that you could control the illness! How dare you lie to me?"
Dr. Goodwin was breathing laboriously, large patches of cold sweat pouring from his forehead and back, and his voice trembling continuously, "Young Master Sterling, I have studied your mother's family's illness before. These three symptoms have never appeared together within two weeks, and you've been taking my medication all along."
