Chapter 129

Theron still had a ton he wanted to vent to Prescott, but the second he heard that threat, he choked. Words stuck in his throat like a jammed printer. Seeing Theron freeze like someone hit his pause button, Prescott's mood finally lifted a little. He asked casually, "Theron, give me a rough timeline, so I'm not caught off guard." "No can do," Theron shot back with a glare full of frustration. "Can't? Or are you just messing with me?" Prescott narrowed his dark eyes dangerously. But Theron didn't flinch. After fussing with Prescott for two years, fighting almost daily, he wasn't the type to be scared off by a look. He frowned, responding, "I don't have time to play games with you. I mean it-I really can't say. Your case is... weird, man. I've never seen anything like it. Based on what you said, your brain during the day functions fine, but once the sun goes down, you're stuck thinking like a four-year-old. And nighttime-you doesn't remember a thing from daytime. "But you, in the day, se