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Chapter 186 Conspiracy

Chapter 186 Conspiracy

After all, the things they were going to discuss were somewhat shady, so they met in a private room at a coffee shop.

Once inside the room, Marigold looked around anxiously while Ambrose reassured her. "Don't worry, Mrs. Marigold. Then surveillance in this coffee shop and the surrounding area for several kilometers is not working today. Our meeting today will remain a secret if we don't tell others."

Marigold asked, "Why are you being so mysterious? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ambrose didn't immediately respond. Instead, he leisurely sipped his coffee.

"I know about the past between you and Stellan Storm, as well as your current troubles. I also have a significant problem now. If we want to solve our issues, we must cooperate."

Upon hearing Ambrose's words, Marigold felt panic and asked, "How do you know about my past with Stellan Storm? Did Stellan tell you?"

She couldn't believe that Ambrose knew about her past as Marigold Rogers, who helped Stellan have children for Alaric, a fact that even Alaric himself was unaware of.

"I guessed," Ambrose replied truthfully.

"You guessed?" It was clear that Marigold didn't believe him.

"Of course, I guessed," Ambrose explained. "As I mentioned earlier, I am Stellan's ex-boyfriend, not her current one. How could she have told me about her past? When I came back to find Stellan, I heard that she had already passed away. Now that I've met her again, she is alone with two children and has changed her name."

"Then I saw Caspian, who looks exactly like Harry, so it was easy to guess."

After Ambrose finished speaking, Marigold was speechless.

Indeed, Ambrose had guessed correctly.

"Now that you've guessed correctly and understand the situation, what do you propose?"

"Mrs. Marigold, I know that you only want children back and not Stellan. On the contrary, I only want Stellan. If we cooperate, we can both get what we want. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"Easy for you to say. You're just Stellan's ex-boyfriend. How could she possibly reconcile with you? Besides..." Marigold's pride and disdain were evident in her eyes, "any fool would choose Alaric over you. How can you compare to my son?" Upon hearing this, Ambrose clenched his fists in frustration.

He couldn't compare to Alaric?

Alaric was just a sickly child, while he was clearly superior to Alaric in every way.

Ambrose smiled wryly and said, "I came here today with a solution to help alleviate Mrs. Marigold's current troubles. It seems you don't believe me, so let's just forget about today. Pretend I was never here."  

With that, Ambrose stood up to leave. Seeing him about to go, Marigold hurriedly said, "Wait."  

Marigold was deeply troubled by the situation and couldn't think of any other solutions. Since Ambrose claimed to have a solution, she was willing to listen.  

"What solution do you have? Tell me first."

In response, Ambrose smirked and sat back down.

Galatea returned to Nexus Innovations, where Alaric was still busy.

'His spirits are up today, and with all this work to do, let's keep him busy for a while.' Galatea thought.

Galatea went back to the lounge, where the quiet environment always led her to deep contemplation.

She reopened the post she anonymously made to find Marigold Rogers. Initially, there seemed to be some progress, but now it was as if everything had come to a standstill.  

"My son, you must wait for mommy. Mommy will find you," Galatea whispered to herself.

Just as she finished that thought, her phone rang, and it was Josep calling.

"Hello, Josep Watkins."

"Galatea, did you use the treatment plan I showed you on your friend?" Josep Watkins inquired.

"I did. He just had the first injection and is planning for the second one tomorrow. But he had a strong reaction to the first one and was bedridden for two days."  

Galatea had also considered calling Josep but was hesitant not to bother him. Since Josep called to ask, she decided to share the update.

"Josep, do you have a more refined treatment method to make it easier for him?"

"Feeling compassionate now?"

At Josep's teasing remark, Galatea couldn't help but smile wryly. "Josep, please don't tease me."

"Alright, no more jokes. Let's talk business," Josep said, "Our institute has been researching a capsule recently. We just completed a rat experiment for it, and while it needs some adjustments, if successful, this capsule will be very effective for your friend's condition."

"Really?" Galatea's eyes lit up at the news. "If a simple pill can cure him, that would be amazing. When do you expect this capsule to be ready for development?"

"You seem excited. This is a specialized medicine for complex conditions. Developing it isn't easy. The adjustments I mentioned are quite challenging."  

Upon hearing this, Galatea's enthusiasm waned. It was true that developing a new drug required meticulous experimentation and precise ingredient ratios, and any slight deviation in efficacy would be difficult to adjust.  

"So, by calling me, are you giving me hope only to take it away?"

"Galatea, are you blaming me?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"I called to inform you about this, hoping you'd return to your roots. The current composition and ratios of this capsule will be sent to you shortly. You have yourclinic now, so setting up a lab shouldn't be difficult for you. Look into it and figure out what adjustments need to be made with these ingredients."

"Me?" Galatea replied, lacking confidence.

"You were the top graduate of the American Medical Research Institute for five years and had the highest admission scores in nearly twenty years. You can do it. Your friend's recovery depends on you."  

Galatea felt the weight of responsibility upon her.

Josep instructed, "Until the research is successful, continue his treatment as usual."

"I see."

After the call, Josep sent the formula for the drug to Galatea, who began her research.

As Galatea pondered how to adjust the proportions of these ingredients, she was so engrossed that she didn't notice Alaric entering the room behind her.