Chapter 1128 The Antidote
When Emily heard this, she glanced at the test subjects in the iron cage, then gulped with difficulty and said, “Are you sure the antidote won’t harm me?”
“Of course!” The President narrowed his eyes on her. “You’re someone who can make J’Adore feel distressed, so I won’t let you get hurt.”
Emily slightly lifted her head, and the thrill of getting revenge emerged in her heart. “Of course.”
Even in her dreams, she wished she could see Janet kneeling on the ground, begging her.
She was rescued by the President purely because God pitied her and finally granted her wish.
Since Janet had destroyed her hands, Emily vowed that she would make Janet lose hers as well.
Since they had agreed to hand over the antidote today, a man in black brought Melissa into the room.
Melissa held firmly onto the antidote and followed the man in.
Before she entered, she already smelled the strong scent of blood, and she vaguely heard men wailing in the room.
They sounded like they were in extreme pain.
Frowning, Melissa was about to ask something when the man in black opened the basement door.
He turned and said respectfully, “Miss Rocher, go on in! Mr. Hills is waiting for you inside.”
So, she nodded and went in.
In the next second, the stench of rotting flesh reached her, causing her to feel sick.
Melissa couldn’t be more familiar with this smell—it was the smell of rotting corpses.
In medical terms, this was called the odor of putrefaction.
It smelled even worse than a dead mouse!
When the President heard voices, he knew that someone had arrived. Without turning his head, he said, “Miss Rocher, you’re finally here.”
Melissa heard his greeting and walked in step by step, but she was stunned upon lifting her head and taking a glance around. “W-What’s all this?”
As soon as she said this, one of the men in the iron cage vomited blood.
The blood spurted out several meters like a fountain, instantly staining the iron pillars.
Melissa wanted to scream, but she could only suppress her horror.
Her eyes widened. In the end, she couldn’t help but vomit.
Although she had seen bloodier scenes than this before, this was her first time witnessing one that made her feel so revolted.
Standing to one side, the President cast her a bleak look. “This is the virus you developed. Exciting, isn’t it?”
Melissa’s eyes widened, and she felt the blood in her body turning to ice.
The President slowly walked over to her and looked at her. “Miss Rocher, your experiment is simply too successful!”
His tone was as cold as an ice cellar in winter, intimidating her endlessly.
“Stop! Stop this!”Melissa yelled.
Before this, she figured she could just hand the virus to the President and let him deal with the enemy. At least if she didn’t see anything, she could treat it as if there was no such thing.
However, she didn’t expect that she would see these experimental subjects in person.
Moreover, these subjects seemed to be in far more pain than she had imagined.
“Stop?” The President snorted. “Without these experimental subjects, how would I know how much pain Mason would be in?” he uttered slowly.
Melissa took a deep breath, and her pupils constricted as she held on tightly to the antidote and reasoned in a hoarse voice, “You’ve seen the effects already, right? So we can stop the experiment now.”
She couldn’t bear to continue watching anymore.
If she had known that the subjects would be in so much pain, or that the President was so cruel, she definitely wouldn’t have agreed to his request.
But now, nothing she said would change things.
The only thing she could do now to make up for it was to give these people the antidote to save their lives.
Smiling, the President said nothing. He reached out to take the antidote in Melissa’s hand, then held it in his hand.
He lowered his head and replied carefully, “The experiment hasn’t ended yet, so how would I know what will happen to these people in the end?”
