Chapter 1722: Contact Me Right Away

Roxanne, drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, finally finished writing the formula. Looking up at the screen, she said, “Old Mr. Lomax, this is the best formula I can devise for now. It may be incomplete; please help me check it later.”

Peregrine nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best.”

Roxanne offered a grateful smile before turning to Lucian. “Get someone to send Archie here. Quickly.”

“Okay,” Lucian began, but Jonathan interjected, “No time! I’ll go!”

“Thank you,” Roxanne whispered weakly.

Jonathan immediately rushed from the laboratory.

Lucian pulled Roxanne into his embrace. “Why Archie?”

Trembling, Roxanne managed, “Archie remembers the medicinal herbs’ order at the research institute. Only he can gather them quickly.” Even Roxanne couldn't surpass Archie's memory.

Meanwhile, Peregrine, unsure who Archie was, gleaned only that he possessed an exceptional memory, based on Roxanne’s description. Then he heard Madilyn shriek, “Roxanne!”

On the screen, Roxanne was curled up, trembling in pain, barely able to focus. A conflicted look crossed Lucian's face. Despite her agony, she instinctively snuggled against him.

This solidified his decision. He held her tightly with one hand, using the other to strike the back of her neck with precise force. Roxanne stiffened and fell silent.

After a few seconds, Lucian gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in. “I’ll meet you all there,” he told Madilyn and the others.

Madilyn nodded, her heart aching as she watched Roxanne’s furrowed brows relax. Unconsciousness was preferable to her continued suffering.

Leaving the ward, Lucian instructed Zayne to summon the experts. “I’m going out. Please care for Roxanne. Contact me immediately if anything happens.” His tone was softer than before; the experts understood the reason for this change, nodding fervently. “Don’t worry, Mr. Farwell. We’ll take excellent care of her.”

Lucian gazed at Roxanne before entering the elevator, the formula clutched in his hand.

Meanwhile, Jonathan arrived at the Farwell residence. The brightly lit manor, despite its three six-year-old inhabitants, felt strangely gloomy. The reason behind this weighed heavily on Jonathan with every step. The door opened automatically—Lucian must have contacted Catalina. Jonathan composed himself before entering.