The next day, Citrine went to visit Vester with Sebastian Vesper.
Vester was in good spirits. Despite just coming out of surgery, he actually looked healthier and more energized
than before.
When he saw Citrine, his expression softened noticeably.
Citrine didn't notice the change in his eyes. She settled onto the sofa, her tone casual and professional, as if she
were just checking in on another patient.
"How are you feeling? Any discomfort anywhere?"
Vester shook his head. "No, nothing hurts."
Citrine offered a gentle reminder, "Just stick to the rehab plan I laid out for you. If all goes well, you should be
able to get out of that wheelchair in about three months."
"Three months." For a moment, hope flickered in Vester's eyes. He looked at Citrine, his gratitude unmistakable.
"Thank you, Dr. Carmichael."
"I'm just doing my job." Citrine's expression remained composed, but as a doctor, seeing her patient's steady
recovery brought her real satisfaction.
She had given him a second chance, and Vester was deeply thankful. He hadn't felt this happy in years.
Of course, he was well aware this wasn't charity-there were strings attached.
Thinking back to their last conversation, Vester's face grew serious. "Dr. Carmichael, | imagine you've got
something you want to say to me?"
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Citrine smiled faintly. "Since you're being so straightforward, Mr. Vester, | won't beat around the bush either."
She fixed her gaze on him and asked, "Do you know anything about Mirage Cay?"
At the mention of those words, Vester's relaxed demeanor vanished; his whole body tensed, and an
unmistakable look of disgust flashed in his eyes.
He glanced at Citrine, clearly guessing at her intentions.
After a long pause, he offered a word of caution. "It's not that | don't want to tell
you, Dr. Carmichael. But honestly, the less you know, the better."
"So you do know quite a bit, then." Citrine hadn't missed his reaction, and it didn't seem to surprise her at all.
Vester fell silent, his face clouded and grim.
Citrine wasn't about to let it drop. She pressed on, "I used to be one of the people from Mirage Cay."
"Now, Mr. Vester, will you tellwhat you know?"
With someone this guarded, sometimes honesty was her best move.
She just had to take a risk and bet that he'd help her.
Vester's expression was pure disbelief. "That's impossible."
Citrine read his thoughts easily, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. "Surprised | made it out alive, aren't you?"
She spoke plainly, "I escaped years ago. And | survived."
Vester looked at her, his face complicated. "The old man forced everyone at Mirage Cay to take a drug his
company developed. It doesn't hurt your organs, but unless you get the antidote every month, you'll die—just
like that. No one's ever gotten out alive, and even if they did, they wouldn't last long."
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