Chapter 447

In the biting winter cold, Sebastian's palms were slick with sweat. His heart raced with unease, and he kept forcing himself to stay calm. … Jackson's private clinic sat on the edge of the city. It was a two–story cream-colored building. Outside was an open fitness plaza, but the area was nearly deserted. Even the plaza looked half-finished. This part of the west side had developed slowly. Just down the road stood an abandoned apartment complex, the construction long since halted, with barely anyone around. Upstairs, in the private operating theatre, the sharp tang of disinfectant filled the air. Valeria slowly came to. The sky outside had already gone dark. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and as her vision cleared, she realized she was in a strange place. She tried to sit up, only to find her wrists and ankles strapped down. A middle-aged man with blond hair and pale eyes walked in wearing a lab coat and a surgical mask. His expression was grave. Speaking in Inkkish, he sai