#Chapter 272 HMA

Grace Days blurred into a whirlwind of activity. The news reports continued to churn out more and more stories about the clinical trials I hadn't announced and whatever else they thought made sense to publicize. It was irritating feeling like I was being rushed. It made me want to drag my feet even more, honestly. Despite that, I found myself pushing forward with drawing up the plans for the clinical trials. I was pissed off, and it made diving into production easier. There were moments I could barely stand to leave the home, and I was sure that the despair of running out of time would swallow me whole, but the sheer magnitude of the impact I could have was enough to keep me going forward. I'd glance at the challenge circle on my wrist and the courting band on my arm and feel a surge of strength would flow through me. It was like that whenever I thought of Charles, really. While streaks of gray were still creeping into my hair, the debilitating fatigue that had plagued me for week