Chapter 1729: Worsening

After ending the call, Lucian returned to the laboratory. He’d managed to compose himself, knowing Roxanne was, for now, stable.

Upon entering, he saw Estella clutching Jonathan’s sleeve, her small voice trembling. “Mr. Queen, is Mommy okay? When will she recover?”

Jonathan, holding a child in each arm, looked flustered as he tried to comfort them. Oddly, Benny and Estella seemed to sense Lucian’s absence. They slept soundly in his arms, but awoke the moment he left, immediately peppering Jonathan with questions.

He was at his wit's end. “Your mommy will be fine. You’ve only been asleep a few minutes. Don’t worry…”

Estella began to cry, and Jonathan panicked, unsure how to soothe them. Just as he felt overwhelmed, Lucian entered. “You’re finally back!” Jonathan exclaimed, relieved.

Lucian nodded gratefully. “Thank you.”

Jonathan, eager to relinquish the children, mused silently, Angels, they look like angels! But who knew they could be so demanding? I understand their feelings, but I’m utterly helpless. They overwhelmed me in minutes!

“Daddy!”

At Lucian’s voice, Benny and Estella wriggled free from Jonathan and ran to him. Lucian scooped them up, noticing their tear-stained faces. He comforted them gently. “I called about Mommy. She’s fine. Don’t cry anymore, okay? Mommy will be sad if she sees you like this.”

“Okay… W-We’ll stop,” the children choked out, wiping their tears.

Jonathan exchanged a worried look with Lucian, feeling reassured by Lucian’s nod. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly nine, and they still hadn’t heard from Mr. Lomax. He ached to inquire about the antidote's progress, but hesitated to interrupt their work.

Seeing Lucian and the children's distress, Jonathan forced himself to remain calm. They’re far more anxious than I am. As an outsider, I need to stay composed.

Instead of Mr. Lomax, Lucian received a call from the hospital. His expression hardened at the caller ID.

Zayne’s voice was anxious. “Mr. Farwell, Mrs. Farwell…”

Roxanne’s face was pale; sweat beaded on her skin. The instruments’ readings spiked wildly.

Before Zayne could finish, Lucian understood. Roxanne’s condition was worsening.

He looked at the children, suppressing his emotions. In a low voice, he replied, “Okay.”