After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 266 Recession and countdown to death

"Boss, wake up!"

Chad braced himself for sanity and swooped over to check on Malcolm, who was uninjured and not hit

by a bullet.

Then it would have to be ...

The virus in his body broke out?

Chad's hands were trembling to check the pulse in his neck.

The pulse beat steadily and very steadily.

He let out a long breath.

Fortunately, he was still alive and just passed out.

He took Malcolm's arm and humped him onto his back, calmly laying out the arrangements.

"Ted and Brad follow me to withdraw first. The others cover each other. All evacuate safely within ten

minutes. Go back to Suham in two days for standby."

"Copy."

After the arrangements, Chad carried the unconscious Malcolm on his back and ran wildly through the

mountains and forests.

Ted and Brad followed them, on guard to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him in front or behind.

They quickly evacuated from the border and got on a helicopter that flew back to Suham immediately.

On the helicopter, Malcolm was still unconscious. His face was growing pale, and his body was cold.

Chad probed his neck again. It was getting faint and his breathing was shallow.

"Faster! Fly faster!"

Chad roared furiously. His eyes turned red circle and he choked with sobs: "Boss you can't die yet!

Hold on a little longer. We'll be at the lab soon. With the doctor around, you'll be fine!"

Ted and Brad, who were younger, had tears falling down their faces.

The two men crouched beside Malcolm, crying while rubbing his hands together in an attempt to warm

his cold body.

Three hours later, they arrived at the lab.

Malcolm's face gradually returned to normal after an injection of the inhibitor.

His eyelashes fluttered as he awoke from the daze.

After his vision cleared, he looked around the room.

Chad's eyes were found to be very red, as if he had cried.

Jimmy was reading his viral test report and his face was as grimaced as if he was about to cry.

"What's wrong?"

Malcolm braced himself and sat up.

What answered him was the silence of the two men.

The room was filled with sad and low emotions.

"Jimmy, to which stage my body is, I can feel it myself. You don't have to hide it from me. No matter

how bad the outcome is, I can bear it."

Jimmy held back a sob, "I'm sorry Malcolm. I'm useless. I haven taken so long to fail to find a cure for

the virus in your body."

Shaking his hand, he handed Malcolm the report and continued.

"The inhibitor has been used too many times. Your body has developed resistance. From the very first

seven days of injection, followed by five days, and now three days or even the onset of the injection,

when your body is completely adapted to the effect of the inhibitor, the virus will no longer be able to be

restrained."

"Moreover, the virus in your body has spread again during this period of time. Your fainting this time, as

well as the deterioration of your physical strength that you mentioned to Chad before, is because your

body has developed a recession disorder."

Malcolm wrinkled his brows slightly. His thin lips were pale, "How far will it recede?"

"In the worst case, there will be total paralysis. Malcolm, this is just the physical complications so far. I

don't know if there will be any other problems with your body as the inhibitors wear off against the

virus."

Jimmy's eyes were full of sorrow, "In short ... the situation is very bleak."

After these words, the room once again fell into a long silence.

In the gloomy atmosphere, Malcolm laughed softly and asked in a small voice, "So, what's your

estimate of how long I'll probably live?"

Jimmy sighed and reached out his palm.

"No more than five months?"

"Yes, and only when your body is well-conditioned ..."

Chad stood quietly listening. His clenched fists were bruised.

He bowed his head, tears falling down silently.

"Okay, I got it."

Malcolm froze for a long time before nodding, seemingly acquiescing to the death sentence from the

doctor.

"Jimmy, could you go out first? I have some things to discuss with Chad."

Jimmy held back tears, nodded his head and went out, helping them close the door.

Malcolm turned his head to look at Chad, who was standing stiff not far away, and laughed, "Fool, don't

make it so sad. I'm not dead yet. Come here."

Chad wiped away his tears with his arm and walked woodenly to stand by Malcolm's bed. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not crying! You're just my boss who only knows how to exploit me. I can't be happier to see you so

miserable!"

Malcolm was amused by him, "That's good. I'm relieved you don't have a conscience."

Chad sulked and turned his face away, ignoring it.

Malcolm continued: "Since Anthony was dismissed, the position of Director of Security Agency has

been vacant. I'll write you a letter of recommendation in the next few days. Ted and Brad will become

your subordinates. With your ability, you'll be able to successfully take office at least a month. "

Chad stared at him incredulously, feeling bad, "Boss, you're kicking me out?"

"You are capable. After my death, this is the best place for you to go."

Chad shook his head firmly, "But I don't want to! I won't go unless you beat me to death. Besides, Ted

and Brad and the others probably won't want to come with me either."

Malcolm weighed the advantages and disadvantages with him: "Shane Callahan is now the second-in-

command of the National Investigation Bureau. He has always been ruthless and he wants to remove

out the source of his trouble. If he finds out about my illness, he'll take my job. You've been with me for

years, and he won't let you get away with it."

"I know."

Chad's eyes were firm and he wouldn't let go, "He wants to kill me, so let him do it. I'm not leaving

anyway!"

"That's an order!"

Malcolm looked extremely serious. It was rare for him to talk with Chad in a calm way, "Following such

an insensitive boss will be no benefit. You see, I myself don't have a good end ..."

Before he could finish his words, Chad knelt down suddenly.

"Boss, are you angry with me? I was just making a joke. After I knew about your condition, I feel terribly

bad as if I am dying. To me, you are not only my boss, but also my brother and the only family!"

He moved toward Malcolm's bed, with his hands clinging to the edge of the bed. There were

helplessness and pleading in his eyes with the prospect of being abandoned.

"You gave me my life. I only have you! You can't kick me out! Except this, I'll not disobey all your

orders. Boss, don't drive me away ..."

He held back his tears and looked at Malcolm with a determined expression.

Malcolm's weary face was gray. His spirits were low, and his dark eyes were sickly as he stared at

Chad.

In the end, Malcolm was his brother whom had been with him for so many years.

It was first time for Chad to say so many heartfelt words and Malcolm's heart was touched.

He braced himself and raised his hand to gently hit Chad's head.

"You fool. You're even more stubborn than me! I've been talking so much that my mouth is dry, but you

just won't give in."

Chad hurriedly got up, went to the side and poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

"No means no. This is not negotiable!"

Chad was very angry, quickly changed the subject and reminded him, "Boss, you'd better think about

how to explain to Miss Lyra first. Six months ago she thought you died and she was heartbroken like

that. This time ..."