Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 69: Consequences For Both

"Matteo Herrera’s second-in-command has called," Han reported as he walked behind Jania through the hallways toward Master Aelion’s study.

Jania rolled her neck, feeling the stiffness in her muscles. "At fucking last. It’s been what? More than a week?"

She and Han had just finished training and sparring when a servant came over and informed them that Master Lyle was calling for her. Immediately, she had gone to her room, taken a shower, dressed, and was now on her way to his study.

"It’s been six days," Han corrected her.

"Yeah, whatever. So what did he say? Have they found out what I asked?" she asked, glancing back at him briefly.

Han nodded. "Yes, he said they will be delivering them in an hour."

"Then they’ll be here anytime soon."

"Yes."

He stopped as they reached the door to Lyle’s study.

Jania also stopped and turned to him. "Then stay outside the study and inform me when they arrive."

"Of course," he said, just as Jania opened the door and walked in.

Stepping into the room, illuminated by the light coming from the high floor-to-ceiling window behind the large desk and chair, Jania immediately noticed Lyle seated with his back to the door, his attention fixed on the view outside. The late afternoon sun cast sharp angles across his figure, highlighting the tension in his shoulders.

He must be thinking about what Doctor Liam said, Jania thought.

The memory of their visit to Doctor Liam resurfaced.

Jania had followed Lyle into the hospital research building spanning several stories, its sleek, modern architecture almost too extravagant for a research center. The air was sterile, carrying the faint tang of disinfectant. Lyle’s steps were purposeful, his towering presence drawing the attention of every passerby. Jania stayed a few paces behind, her eyes scanning the area.

When they reached the research wing, Doctor Liam was already waiting. He stood at the entrance to his private lab, flanked by two assistants. His gaze flicked between Lyle and Jania before settling on the former.

"Lyle," Liam greeted with a slight nod, his tone measured. "Everything is prepared."

"Good," Lyle replied curtly, brushing past him and into the lab without a glance.

Jania exchanged a brief look with Liam, silently greeting him. She followed Lyle inside, her senses heightened. The lab was pristine, with walls lined with monitors displaying incomprehensible streams of data. The hum of machinery filled the space, underscored by the soft beeping of equipment.

Lyle removed his coat, shirt, and shoes, leaving only his pants. He approached a raised platform in a vertical position, climbed onto it, and leaned back. The platform slowly moved, turning sideways into a horizontal position.

Liam came over and adjusted the straps attached to the platform, securing Lyle’s arms and legs. The quiet efficiency of his movements spoke of years of practice, but there was a faint tension in his posture.

"This will take about half an hour," Liam said, glancing briefly at Jania. "You can wait here or outside if you prefer."

"I’ll stay," Jania replied without hesitation, crossing her arms as she positioned herself by the wall, her gaze never leaving Lyle.

Liam tapped a few commands on a nearby console, and the platform whirred softly as it tilted further, positioning Lyle flat. Lights from overhead illuminated him, casting a clinical glow that emphasized the pale scars crisscrossing his torso—silent reminders of the violence he’d endured and inflicted.

Liam carefully placed a series of wires onto Lyle’s chest, their delicate tips adhering to his skin like spider silk. He moved with practiced precision, adjusting the placement to ensure accurate readings. The soft hum of machinery grew louder as he tapped a sequence of commands into the screens before him. Three monitors lit up: one displaying a steady stream of biometric data, another flashing rows of numerical outputs, and the third compiling live reports based on the data collected.

"I’ll be administering a sedative to keep you unconscious during the procedure," Liam announced, his voice calm but firm. He retrieved a syringe filled with a clear liquid and injected it into Lyle’s arm with practiced ease. Within seconds, Lyle’s eyelids fluttered closed, his breathing evening out as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Liam glanced briefly at Jania. "Let me know if anything looks off," he said, more as a formality than a request.

She gave a curt nod, her arms still crossed as she observed every movement in the lab.

For the next thirty minutes, the lab was filled with nothing but the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the quiet hum of equipment. Liam worked tirelessly, reviewing data, analyzing test results, and cross-referencing with older records. Jania remained silent, her gaze shifting occasionally between Lyle’s still form and the screens.

Finally, the soft whir of the platform signaled its return to an upright position. Lyle stirred, his fingers twitching slightly as he regained consciousness. He opened his eyes, blinking away the haze as he sat up. Liam handed him back his shirt, which Lyle put on, his movements slow but steady.

Liam stood back, tapping a few final notes into the console before addressing them. "The tests confirm what we suspected. Ephyra’s blood has unique properties that interact with your condition. With further refinement, I believe we can create an antidote—one that could stabilize your symptoms permanently. However, the process will take time, and we’ll need her cooperation for regular samples."

Lyle adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his expression unreadable. "How long?" he asked, his voice steady but cold.

"At least six months for initial development," Liam replied. "Maybe longer, depending on her condition and how frequently we can safely extract samples. However, there is something else I found."

"The success rate is fifty percent."

Jania looked up, worry flitting across her features.

Lyle, who had finished putting on his clothes, stepped forward. "There is something I wanted to inform you."

Liam raised a brow. "What is that?"

Lyle explained what had happened the night before—how he had reacted to Ephyra’s mood changes even when they were far from each other, how her relief brought him relief, and her distress brought him pain.

Liam frowned. "What you’re saying challenges everything we understand about biology and neurology. But then again, your condition—and its potential cure—are already anomalies. If there’s a direct link between her emotional state and your physical response, this changes everything."

Jania stepped closer, her arms dropping to her sides. "Doctor, are you suggesting their connection isn’t just psychological or chemical but... something deeper?"

Liam nodded, still staring at Lyle with a mix of intrigue and concern. "It’s plausible. The data from last night suggests a feedback loop—her emotions influencing his physiological state in real time. But why or how this is happening is beyond what current science can explain."

Lyle’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening. "I don’t care why. I only need to know how to control it."

Liam sighed, stepping back toward the console. "If what you’re saying is true, Ephyra is more than a stabilizer. She’s the catalyst—the key to not just managing your symptoms but potentially eradicating them altogether. But such a connection... it’s dangerous for both of you."

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"Think about it," Liam explained, gesturing toward the monitors. "If her emotional state directly affects him, then any extreme distress or trauma she experiences could destabilize him completely. Conversely, if he becomes too dependent on her, any separation—intentional or otherwise—could result in catastrophic consequences for both."

Lyle’s expression remained unreadable, but his voice carried a low edge. "Then she won’t leave until it is successful."

Jania winced slightly, recognizing the possessive undertone in his words, but chose not to comment. Instead, she turned to Liam. "What’s the next step?"

Liam tapped the screen, pulling up additional data. "First, we’ll need consistent monitoring of both their vitals and emotional states. I’ll also need to study her blood further. If their connection is as profound as it seems, her biochemistry might hold the answer. But this process is unprecedented—it’s going to take time and cooperation."

Lyle’s gaze sharpened. "You’ll have both. But make sure nothing happens to her during this process—"

"It won’t," Liam assured him. "I’ll do everything in my power to ensure her safety."

Jania watched the exchange silently, her mind racing. This wasn’t just about curing Lyle anymore. Whatever bond existed between him and Ephyra had become something far more complex—something that could either save him or destroy him.

Just like how Liam said she was either his antidote or his poison.

Lyle turned to Jania, his expression softening just slightly. "Inform the staff. Ephyra’s safety is to be prioritized above all else. No exceptions."

Jania nodded. "Understood."

As they left the lab, the sterile scent of disinfectant lingering in the air, Jania couldn’t help but glance at Lyle’s profile. His expression was as composed as ever, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his thoughts.

"What if the antidote doesn’t work?" she asked softly, almost hesitantly.

Lyle’s steps faltered for the briefest moment before he continued forward. "Then I’ll make sure she stays with me—no matter the cost."