Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison

Chapter 483 Mrs. Simpson Says Pwease

“So that’s what it is. Quantity is an overwhelming thing. Mr. Simpson’s body was heavily experimented

on in a human laboratory, so that explains it. I might not be able to judge exactly what other studies

they performed on you, but they must have done cancer cell research in your body, even injected you

with carcinogens to induce cancerous mutation and spread cancer cells like mad, then also injected

organic substances that kill cancer cells inside you as well to get your body defenses up until it

produced those substances on its own.

“Normal labs would use lab rats as experiment subjects, but they did it straight on you, and they

seemed to succeed. If my speculation is correct, Mr. Simpson, your body can almost autonomously

generate anti-cancer substances, not like how normal people have to buy those treatments off the

market after they develop malignant tumors. To a normal person, those medications are extremely

expensive, so a lot of pharmaceutical companies make a killing in that business. After modern industry

came about, a lot of people get cancer, and anyone could face it. They’re doing this sort of experiment

on you either to develop more effective anti-cancer treatments, or to find a successful anti-cancer

substance from your body for someone who’s in a more serious predicament than you. Your body’s

almost succeeded.”

“Why do you speculate the second situation?”

Georgia asked, finding it strange.

“Who knows how many people come down with cancer all across the world. It’s a big business. It’s

normal for sick people to research anti-cancer treatments on Robert’s body. I do that sort of research

myself. But why do you think that the second option could be? That someone’s researching because

there’s someone else in a similar situation to Robert’s?”

“It’s not my first time seeing a condition like Mr. Simpson’s. But before, the people coming to my lab

had all sorts of strange diseases. Some had escaped from labs, others were rescued from them. I

checked them over, and their condition was serious, and similar to Mr. Simpson’s as well. I know about

what they’ve been through, though. Some kept getting injected with organic substances to cause

cancer, then got injected with organic substances to counter cancer to get the body to produce it on its

own without requiring outside injection. I’ve encountered a lot of such cases before, and thought it was

just to generate cancer treatments and spread them across the world. It’s a big business after all.

“Then I found that there seemed to be a force behind the scenes deliberately trying to do this sort of

research with people in a similar condition to Mr. Simpson, but those people didn’t make it and the anti-

cancer substances didn’t manage to sustain a defense. It’s been several years and they should have

changed their approach and realized their way wasn’t working. Cost-wise, all the previous experiments

had failed, and it doesn’t make sense to keep dropping money in. But I’ve already found quite a few

people who’d been rescued from this sort of lab, and their conditions are still similar. That just proves

that they haven’t given up on their research, but they haven’t succeeded yet. Mr. Simpson’s condition is

close to a success.

“So I speculate that these people just need to generate anti-cancer substances within the body itself.

That’s the only thing that would satisfy their needs.”

“Then do you know who it is investing in such research behind the scenes?”

Georgia asked, almost impatiently.

“They’ve hidden their tracks, of course, and I’m not particularly good at investigation. It’s not my field. I

don’t know. More importantly, I also once received a job offer to have me study this sort of topic to have

humans generate anti-cancer substances on their own. That’s how I linked these events.”

Antonio had said a lot, and Georgia placed her hands on her head, her heart still heavy.

She didn’t know how to voice what she wanted to ask next.

She didn’t have the courage to ask if Robert could be cured or if his life would be threatened.

Ivan looked at how she was suffering, sighed, and turned to Antonio.

“Since you’ve found out about Robert’s condition, you know what’s going on. Can you cure this? Or has

your research turned up any new discoveries that could be of help to my brother now?”

As Ivan asked that, Antonio looked at Robert, who spoke up as well.

“There’s no need to look at me so apologetically, Antonio. Not everything can be cured. Tell me what

you can do and what you know, and Georgia and I will be very grateful.”

“Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, Ivan, it’s not that there’s nothing I can do, but there’s no precedence for

this. No matter what I do or what I hypothesize from this point, I can’t guarantee it’d be correct. If Mr.

Simpson wants me to try to cure it, I’d start studying your blood, but I can’t guarantee success, and I

can’t guarantee what I develop will fix your body.

“There are no other cases for me to study, after all. Even if I got lab rats, no lab rat has Mr. Simpson’s

condition, and this is still an experiment with Mr. Simpson’s body itself. I don’t have a sure shot at

success.”

They were in a dead end now. With no precedence, that meant that any hypothesis and any method

from this point could worsen Robert’s condition instead.

There was no way to experiment on other people first. Georgia’s heart ached.

“Will this condition go on?”

“Theoretically, the body has self-repair mechanisms, so as long as Mr. Simpson’s body generates anti-

cancer substances on its own and keeps the cancer cells from spreading, his body can be kept in

balance.

“But people get sick. A small flu, a simple inflammation, all that can cause changes in the balance of

blood composition. I can’t guarantee the condition will be stable going on. If Mr. Simpson falls ill one

day, his body’s equilibrium could be broken, and more severe conditions could set in. It’s all

unpredictable… if the balance is broken, the most serious result could be total organ failure.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Then…”

Georgia found her courage and spoke.

“Robert’s condition is unique and you can’t research on live persons. What if we tested it on animals?

Injected Robert’s self-generating anti-cancer substances into lab rats, then with genetic transplantation,

had the animals develop similar conditions to Robert, then developed a cure from them? Is there hope

in that method?”

“That’s one solution, but I don’t know how much time and money it’ll take. I’d been about to suggest

such a method too. As opposed to finding someone just like Mr. Simpson in the sea of people out

there, might as well do it to animals first, then research Mr. Simpson’s blood by injecting those

substances into the animals, then gene transplants if it fails. That’s the only method I thought of, but the

experiment might not be as simple as we think.”

“Then there’s hope.”

Georgia gave a sad smile and clutched Robert’s hand.

She’d wanted to say something, but her lips trembled.

Robert held his wife’s hand, comforting her quietly.

“I’m fine. Can’t you see I’m still okay? We’re talking the worse case scenario here. Since you want to

research in this direction, I’ll support you. Besides, nobody’s been in my condition yet, right? I might be

the chosen one, you know, saving the world. Don’t be so pessimistic. I might be the main character in a

movie. You know how they have plot armor, right?”

Georgia forced a bit of mirth, but the corners of her mouth still hurt.

“I know. I want to talk with Antonio alone for a while. Can you take Robert out first, Ivan? I have

something to discuss with Antonio.”

Robert showed a disapproving gaze.

“You said that husband and wife shouldn’t have to hide anything from each other. We can face what

comes together. We have to know what the other is saying and planning, right?”

Georgia showed a pleading stare to Robert.

“Just promise me this once. Mrs. Simpson is begging you. Mrs. Simpson is saying pwease. Okay?”

“All right. But I won’t let you do anything to hurt yourself. I’ll be waiting outside with Ivan.”

Robert couldn’t refuse his wife’s gaze. He was afraid he’d feel guilty afterwards, but also felt uneasy.

After Robert and Ivan left, Antonio asked curiously.

“What did you need to talk to me alone about, Mrs. Simpson?”