Nathan Foster’s brow furrowed; he couldn’t comprehend what South Grant was saying at all.

Seeing Nathan Foster’s look of confusion, South Grant suddenly burst into laughter.

"Nathan Foster, I won’t let you off either, you hypocrite on the surface, but inhumane monster in secret, who killed your own child with your own hands! Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its cub, you’re worse than a beast!"

South Grant’s words confused Nathan Foster even more. He looked at her in his arms, staring intently into her eyes.

"Make yourself clear, what child? When did I ever have a child with you?"

As he wanted to clarify things with South Grant, she closed her eyes.

As she closed her eyes, her body went limp, leaning weakly against Nathan Foster’s chest.

At that moment, Nathan was flooded with countless doubts, but with the disappearance of the alter ego, he had no way to unravel them.

He looked at South Grant in his arms; at this moment, she had her eyes closed, looking pure and harmless, completely different from the fierce and cold demeanor she had just shown.

What on earth happened to her? She had a child, but why did she say it was his child?

Nathan Foster laid South Grant on the bed, then leaned over to button up her clothes one by one.

Earlier, when he undid her pants and took off her clothes, Nathan Foster had no trace of desire; it was merely to provoke her.

When he was buttoning her up now, South Grant was quietly lying there.

Under the dim wall lamp, her skin seemed to glow with a porcelain-like sheen. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Her flat abdomen, graceful lines, upwards to her developing bosom.

Nathan Foster turned his face aside, quickly buttoning her up.

After tidying her up, Nathan Foster picked up his phone and called Vincent.

Vincent had already fallen asleep, groggily answering Nathan Foster’s phone call without even opening his eyes, placing it by his ear:

"People who disturb others’ sweet dreams will never climax in their life."

Listening to Vincent talk so suggestively even in his sleep, Nathan Foster ignored him.

On any other day, Nathan Foster could make him regret saying that, but right now, he wasn’t in the mood.

"Come over to my place now, immediately, right away."

Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, Vincent’s sleepiness vanished instantly.

He sat up in bed, urgently asking Nathan Foster:

"Did that girl’s alter ego wake up?"

"Yes, but she fell asleep now." Nathan Foster replied, glancing at South Grant, then continued to Vincent: "Bring your assistant; there’s other work she needs help with."

Vincent didn’t risk any delay, getting out of bed and starting to change clothes while still on the call.

South Grant’s symptoms were the first case he had encountered; it was a challenge to his career, so Vincent was particularly attentive.

He just didn’t know why Nathan Foster wanted him to bring his assistant. He could handle all of South Grant’s symptoms himself; what use would an assistant be?

Nevertheless, Vincent followed Nathan Foster’s instructions and brought the assistant along.

Nathan Foster and South Grant were staying at Regal Point Manor in The Aethelgard Suburbs, which took a two-hour drive from Vincent’s hospital.

Vincent almost drove like he was flying and managed to arrive in 1 hour and 20 minutes.

The guards opened the gate for Vincent and his assistant, and upon seeing the assistant with a medical kit heading directly to Nathan Foster’s bedroom with Vincent, the two guards exchanged puzzled looks.