Chapter 773
Chapter 773:
Orson turned his head, his aged face creasing with a hint of mischief. “MO, not only do you have keen eyes, but you’re also remarkably perceptive.”
With a weary sigh, he turned his gaze to the ceiling, his voice carrying an undertone of resignation. “I know what they’re after, but they don’t deserve it.”
“Care to elaborate?” Janice asked, her interest piqued.
She found it intriguing—Orson had dedicated years of his life to the Welch family, yet now he deemed them unworthy. Did this mean he no longer wished for the family’s legacy to continue?
“Do you expect me to be lying here while talking to you?” Orson gave Janice a reproachful look.
Janice raised an eyebrow before stepping forward to adjust his position, propping him up against the pillows.
“After lying down for so long, sitting up feels like a luxury. I thought the next time I woke up, it’d be just to say my last words to those ungrateful brats. But now, I think I can hold on a little longer.”
“Three years,” Janice remarked lightly.
Orson’s gaze sharpened, his eyes glinting with something akin to respect. “You’re even more capable than I imagined.”
“Your time hasn’t run out yet,” she replied simply.
A deep chuckle rumbled from Orson’s chest. There was something oddly familiar about this woman—something that made him lower his guard. He found himself speaking more freely than he had in years.
“Instead of wasting my breath on those vultures outside, why don’t we talk about you?”
His eyes locked onto Janice, scrutinizing her with newfound curiosity. “You saw me wake up, yet you didn’t call anyone in. That means you want to speak with me alone.”
Janice nodded, neither hesitant nor coy. “I want to know the truth about the White family’s downfall.”
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Orson’s entire body tensed. His pupils constricted, and a storm of emotions surged within his gaze—shock, sorrow, and simmering rage. A chilling intensity settled over him.
“Why do you want to know about the White family?” His words came measured, deliberate.
“I have ties to them,” she answered without flinching.
“So, you saved me just to extract the truth?” Orson’s gaze bore into hers, searching, assessing.
Janice didn’t waver. “That’s right. If not for uncovering the truth, no amount of wealth the Welch family offered would have convinced me to cure you.”
A cold chuckle escaped Orson’s lips. “And what makes you think I’ll tell you?”
“You may refuse, but I won’t waste any opportunity to find out.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Orson’s lips. This woman was unfazed—even under the crushing weight of his presence. A rare quality. He had expected a skilled surgeon. But perhaps, she was something far greater than that.
“I’ll tell you the truth. But first, take off the mask.” Orson’s voice was steady, but his piercing gaze made it clear—there was no room for negotiation.
If she didn’t reveal her face, the truth would stay buried with him.
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