Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 321: Forced to Relapse

On the deserted road, there was only their solitary black car. Ethan Sterling leaned against the car, arms crossed over his chest, standing there and listening indifferently to Dr. Goodwin’s words.

Dr. Goodwin didn’t look well either, with cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead.

As soon as the words fell, Ethan Sterling suddenly grabbed Dr. Goodwin by the collar, forcing their gaze to meet, and said through gritted teeth with a fierce stare, "Didn’t you confidently tell me before that you could control the illness! How dare you lie to me?"

Dr. Goodwin was breathing laboriously, large patches of cold sweat pouring from his forehead and back, and his voice trembling continuously, "Young Master Sterling, I have studied your mother’s family’s illness before. These three symptoms have never appeared together within two weeks, and you’ve been taking my medication all along."

"Ha." Ethan Sterling let out a cold laugh, his grip on the collar tightening, "So what you’re saying is, I’m just extraordinarily gifted?"

Something that had never happened before appeared on him.

"No, no, Young Master Sterling, I didn’t mean it like that." Dr. Goodwin’s face was ashen, "I estimate it’s because you’re not in good health now, coupled with being constantly on edge and unable to rest, that’s why this situation has occurred. For the next period, you must rest well and avoid over-worrying at all costs."

Nathan Ayers stood beside them, his expression becoming very complex.

Can’t worry too much.

But the war had already begun; how could Young Master Sterling not intervene?

Miles Harrington stood at a distance. Initially, he didn’t want to understand Ethan Sterling’s condition, but the major consortiums were pushing him to return for a video conference. He felt it would be improper to return without consulting Ethan Sterling.

After thinking it over, he walked back. As he approached, he heard Dr. Goodwin’s words, was stunned for a moment, and then accelerated his pace, "What did you say? Ethan’s illness can’t be controlled anymore?"

"..."

Dr. Goodwin, still gripped by the collar, trembled like a quail, not daring to respond to Miles Harrington’s question.

Ethan Sterling looked at him coldly, silent.

Miles Harrington, seeing Ethan’s current state, was somewhat anxious, "Can you think of a way to treat it? With the arrow already on the string, it’s not the time for you to rest. If those consortiums find out you sheltered the fugitives from Veridian Isle, they won’t let you off easily!"

Even wanting to stop now was impossible.

Hearing Miles Harrington’s words, Dr. Goodwin widened his eyes. Did the consortiums already know the Sterling’s secret? If they colluded, then Young Master Sterling...

Ethan Sterling’s muscles tensed tightly, a gust of wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground, swirling them onto his instep.

Ethan Sterling yanked Dr. Goodwin closer, "Do you have any other medication? How long can I stay lucid after taking it?"

This was indeed difficult for Dr. Goodwin, "Young Master Sterling, you really can’t think about doing other things now. You must immediately accept treatment, think about nothing, do nothing, absolutely rest peacefully in bed, or else... or else... there’s nothing more I can do."

Miles Harrington’s head grew dizzy.

Even if Dr. Goodwin feared Ethan, his words were already clear.

Ethan Sterling’s hand froze, his eyes slowly turning red, "So, you’re saying that even with medication, I can’t stay lucid anymore?"

His illness would soon be uncontrollable.

He would soon become like his sister and mother, bloodthirsty, killing, plunging into the abyss.

Under Ethan Sterling’s deadly gaze, Dr. Goodwin pondered over and over before speaking honestly, "Young Master Sterling, even if I don’t remind you, you know this. As long as there is memory confusion, no one can escape the onset of the illness. Your sister fell ill the day after."

Dr. Goodwin’s voice became smaller and smaller, afraid he might lose his life the next second.

But Ethan Sterling evidently had no intention of taking his life. He released his hand, sneering mockingly.

Indeed.

He remembered that day very clearly.

He was very young then, and the servants almost broke his legs. He lay weakly on the bed, and moving his legs even a little hurt terribly.

His sister wept bitterly at his bedside, crying as she suddenly began to call for their mother, saying they shouldn’t be there but should be at the manor.

His sister then had memory confusion, thinking their mother was still protecting them.

The next day, the servants came again, more ruthless, wanting to cripple his legs directly.

His sister suddenly burst out, driving all the servants away.

Soon after, he heard gunfire in the snowy yard, followed by the servants’ screams.

The scent of blood seeped into the room through the window.

The white in the yard was stained red.

His sister had fallen ill, killing all the servants who bullied him.

He knew this day would come to him too, just that he didn’t expect it to come so soon.

"Dr. Goodwin, I remember Madam and the eldest young lady both fell ill after extreme stress."

Nathan Ayers reminded from the side.

Madam suffered because of Ryan’s betrayal; the eldest young lady because of the servants’ abuse to the Sterlings.

Dr. Goodwin frowned at Nathan Ayers, "Do you think what the Sterlings are doing now is not stressful?"

A single person confronting all the consortiums of Z Nation, the outcome unpredictable. As long as he was careless, even for a moment, he’d fall into the abyss.

Nervous tension itself was an enormous stress.

"..."

Nathan Ayers couldn’t find other words to argue; it was indeed like this.

"Is there really no cure?" Miles Harrington’s face was grave.

"Genotype mania only appears in the Morgan Family; this disease is peculiar. Medicine has yet to produce a cure, and the only control method is to prevent the precursor symptoms from appearing."

Dr. Goodwin paused, then added, "But now all the precursors have appeared on Young Master Sterling..."

The situation was now critical; there must be someone in charge of the overall situation. If he fell, all would be lost.

"Ethan..."

Miles Harrington still wanted to discuss something with him, but he had already left, walking step by step along the road.

His back was desolate and lonely, as if abandoned by the entire world.

Miles Harrington withdrew his gaze, finding Nathan Ayers staring straight at him. Miles Harrington gave a bitter smile, "I know what you want to say, it’s impossible, the power struggle between consortiums can’t be suppressed by just the two of us."

Let Ethan rest, and he and Nathan Ayers would solve it? They had not the slightest chance of success.

If they couldn’t win, the final consequence would have to be swallowed by Ethan.

Ethan resting?

Impossible.

"..."

Nathan Ayers also understood Miles Harrington’s predicament now. He felt some despair, his steps uncontrollably stumbling back a step, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.