Chapter 502 Almost Gone
Winston, upon saying this, suddenly felt let down. "I know, I'm injured, and moving with you guys will only slow you down. But at least I can shield Abella from bullets and knives, right? I'm willing to be a human shield, to block as much as I can. This concerns Nicole, and I don't want to miss any chance to uncover the truth. I want to be personally involved."
He didn't want to be a useless person, just waiting at home for news, with everything handled by Abella and Phillipe. He wanted to contribute.
Especially since this matter involved Nicole.
"Winston, we don't think you're slowing us down," Phillipe said with sincerity, his voice warm and respectful, "You're injured like this; we just want you to get more rest, that's all. You haven't rested well these days. we're worry about it."
Seeing Winston's mood improve, Phillipe continued, "Abella and I are familiar with this place, making it easier for us to act. We kept it from you because we didn't want you to worry, fearing you wouldn't sleep well again.
"Abella knows you well. She knows that in dangerous situations, you would definitely risk your life for her. So, she doesn't want you to be a human shield; she just wants you to be well, to find Nicole, and to live a happy life. You don't need to feel like you haven't contributed. Getting to this point isn't the work of just one person; it's the result of everyone's efforts."
Winston didn't expect the usually reticent and cold Phillipe to be so good at comforting people. The key was, after being comforted by him, Winston suddenly felt he had done something wrong, but if asked what exactly was wrong, he couldn't pinpoint it.
"There's one more thing," Phillipe changed the topic, speaking gently, "Tonight, Abella and I found that place. It's an unnamed mountain guarded by many people. We used the key Nicole left behind to get in smoothly. In the innermost laboratory, Abella cracked the password, but three questions appeared when we tried to download the data package."
Winston's throat tightened, with his attention instantly diverted to that. "What questions?"
"They're related to you."
Phillipe recounted the events of the night concisely and completely. Winston felt a mix of shock, surprise, and joy.
Three questions were set: his name, the exact time they were together, and his birthday.
All three were related to Winston!
Who else but Nicole would set such questions?
"Setting such questions at a critical moment shows that you are very important to Nicole," Phillipe continued, "In a way, you are accompanying Nicole in guarding her most precious things."
The words were heart-stirring for Winston. "Did she leave any messages?"
"No." Phillipe took out his phone. "But we cracked two data packages. I'll send them to you now. They probably contain the truth you want to know."
For instance, why Nicole suddenly proposed breaking up, why she disappeared without a trace, and what her relationship with the organization is like from that night.
It was probably all in the data packages.
Winston took out his phone, anxiously waiting for the data to be sent over. The reason for the breakup that had troubled him for so long, the truth about her disappearance that he, Abella, and Phillipe had been investigating for so long, was about to be revealed.
He was excited and uneasy.
"One is 6GB, the other is 7GB," Phillipe said, referring to the size of the data packages, which indicated that there was a lot of information that couldn't be read quickly.
At this moment, Phillipe's phone vibrated. He looked at it and said, "Winston, I have some matters to attend to. You go ahead and read. Rest if you get tired. Abella is out handling something. If you need anything, just contact me."
"Alright, be careful on your way back," Winston was about to go upstairs when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did you and Abella get hurt tonight?"
"No."
"That's good," Winston sighed in relief, "From now on, don't keep anything from me."
"Okay."
On the other side, Blake's eyelids were drooping. He was on the verge of closing his eyes several times.
The phone screen was dimming, and he quickly tapped it to brighten it again. Seeing that Abella still hadn't replied to his WhatsApp message or called him back, Blake yawned and kept one eye open, continuing to wait.
He thought, 'If Abella sees my message, I have to respond immediately. I can't let Abella feel neglected.
'I can't sleep, can't sleep.'
He pinched his thigh hard.
The pain brought tears to his eyes.
He shivered, suddenly wondering why Abella called him in the middle of the night to ask about Winston's birthday. Blake thought, 'Is Winston's birthday coming up, so she wants to buy him a gift?
'Why does it feel like Winston's status has risen higher than mine, and he is more favored?
'Is it because I've been spending less time with Abella lately, focusing on making money for her, which gave Winston a chance to take advantage?
'No, tomorrow I have to call Abella more to show my concern.'
Abella sat in the car, looking at the drenched person beside her. Raymond was driving like a maniac, flooring the gas pedal, clearly in a hurry.
"Is she almost gone?" Abella asked.
At the mention of this, Raymond almost broke down, holding back tears. "She's in a lot of pain. I want to ask you to help ease her suffering a bit."
In her final moments, Raymond wanted her to go peacefully. "Is there any way to make her last moments a bit more bearable?"
Abella didn't understand, asking, "What exactly is she suffering from?"
"It's not an illness. She's been poisoned with a slow-acting toxin, incurable. As her life shortens, the toxicity intensifies. Every moment is agony for her now."
Raymond couldn't bear to think of her suffering, wishing he could take it all for her.
He thought, 'She is in so much pain that she cries constantly.
'She used to be so strong, not even blinking at injuries or blood.
'But now, her tears are involuntary, instinctive, the pain deep in her bones.'
Seeing his emotions flare up again, Abella couldn't help but ask, "Then why not let her go quickly?"
Though it seemed harsh, it was better than prolonging such agony.
"She has a last wish that I must help her fulfill," Raymond said, his voice choked with emotion, "Before I return, please take good care of her and help ease the pain of the toxin."
"I'll do my best."
Raymond drove to a very secluded place and stopped. "Let's hurry."
He was truly racing against time, desperate to help the person inside fulfill her final wish.
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