Chapter 426 Result

Knox placed the electrode down, his expression grim, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Cameron was deeply sedated, lying motionless on the operating table, like a puppet with its strings cut. Knox stopped the bleeding in Cameron's legs, then administered a needle to his waist.

He turned the pages of the Veinspire Codex, searching for a solution.

After a long moment, he sighed and shook his head.

He turned to the people behind the glass and spoke with quiet frustration, "I'm sorry, Suzanna. Cameron's legs are beyond saving. The tissue is completely dead. There's no chance of revival."

He paused, then added, "While working, I noticed something odd. His legs had shown signs of recovery before. The nerve damage was healing. But for some reason... the treatment stopped."

He looked around the room, eyes narrowing. "Did someone do rehabilitation on his legs for six months?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "If they had kept going, he wouldn't need the Veinspire Codex. If they had come to us, to the Stirlands, there was still hope. Why let it get to this point? His legs are half alive, half dead."

Knox's decision was final. There was no way to save Cameron now.

It felt like a death sentence.

Meanwhile, Cameron, still under the effects of the anesthesia, had no idea what was happening. But one of the doctors-tall and dressed in a white coat-quietly took an electrode and drove it into Cameron's skin.

Immediately, Cameron's mind snapped awake.

He heard it-the doctor's words-sounding like the final verdict of a judge, sealing his fate. Pain.

The pain was unbearable.

Cameron's cadaverous body lay on the stark, white operating table. His face, pale and gaunt, seemed as

if the life had been drained from him. His lips trembled, almost invisible, and bloodless. He tried to take a breath, but only a weak, rasping growl left his throat.

His body refused to move.

No matter how hard he fought, it was like he was trapped in a cage.

Unable to move.

He wanted to scream-someone, anyone help him!

Cameron's Tips remained sealed.

The silence in the room only intensified his fear. His face, already pale became even more ashen, a mask of hopelessness.

No ... Suzanna had promised she would save him.

Every night, she worked on his legs, massaging his muscles and joints, bringing him a glimmer of hope.

She had used aromatherapy to help him.

She had performed dry needling.

How could it all fall apart like this?

Cameron struggled to comprehend what was happening. The pain and confusion were too much. His anger, combined with his despair, forced him to cough up blood.

Then, a cold, disinterested voice cut through his thoughts.

"Cameron, how does it feel to have your legs destroyed by the one person you trusted most? Your sister?

"Did you really think Suzanna was the one who would heal your legs?"

The words felt like a sharp blade, piercing the last of his defenses.noveldrama

No ... No! He could still get up!

Suzanna had promised him!

Cameron desperately tried to move, but his body refused to obey. It was as if his limbs were frozen in place.

The voice returned, sharper now.

"You wished Martin would die. You mocked vegetables.

"Now you get to experience what it's like.

"Don't worry. You won't die.

"You hurt Mel, the one our family cherishes most. You may survive, but barely just."

Alfred stood off to the side,

removing the electrode with a calm, indifferent look. His face was hidden behind a mask. He watched with cold detachment as Cameron's blood pooled on the table.

He wiped his fingers off casually, grimacing slightly.

"Ugh, this is disgusting."

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