Chapter 37 A Slip Of The Tongue

• Chase's voice broke the suffocating silence, his tone carefully measured but threaded with a raw, unguarded desperation. "Dr. Johnston, Iris knows she was in the wrong. I don't expect you to forgive her right now—I wouldn't ask that of you. But my grandfather..." His voice wavered, just barely. "His condition is critical. Can you please, please continue his treatment? We can discuss any amends you want later. Name your terms."
• Yvonne forced the lingering anger down, swallowing the bitter, metallic taste of humiliation. The grim reality of the Virus Research Institute's supply chain crisis reared its head in her mind like a dark tide, grounding her.
• The institute will bleed to death without those medications. Corey is depending on me. I cannot let my pride cost an old man his life.