Chapter 341

Matthew Drake’s bloodshot eyes locked on the screen, unmoving. In that moment, a memory from years ago hit him like a truck—one he never wanted to remember. Back then, his little sister was just a kid, always sick and fragile. And the root of her poor health? Their mom had gone into labor too early. And why the early labor? All because of him. So, growing up, he pampered Grace like crazy. Whenever he had a moment, he’d take her out on little trips around town. That day was just like any other. He took her out, the sun blazing and the heat unbearable. Grace tugged his hand, her voice soft and sticky-sweet, wanting ice cream. He went into a corner store to get it—wasn’t even gone for five minutes. When he turned around, ice cream in hand, he saw her squatting on the ground, picking up a slim glass vial. "Lady, you dropped this!" she called out, chasing after a woman in a lab coat who was walking away. But the woman didn’t turn back—she quickly hopped into a cab with a teen and was gone.