Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 362 Ineffective

Time dragged by, and Lela kept an eye on Charley's condition.

It was just past midnight.

The full moon emitted an eerie, cold light.

In the next second, Charley started convulsing, his fair and handsome face tightly contorted.

The pain felt like thousands of insects gnawing at all his organs, making him feel like he was about to suffocate and die.

The pain hit him almost in an instant, and Charley couldn't bear it. He dropped to one knee, his face ashen.

Lela quickly supported Charley, helping him to sit by the flower bed, took off the lid, and let Charley drink the medicine.

Charley's hands were trembling, but since the pain had just started and wasn't too severe yet, he managed to take the medicine with the little consciousness he had left and drank it up. The moment it went down his throat, Charley felt much better.

The pain in his body quickly subsided, and his pale face began to regain its color.

Lela stood in front of Charley, looking down at him, and a tear fell uncontrollably.

She thought, 'No!

'How could this happen?

'Why did my blood suddenly become useless?

'My pupils have already changed, and the Mutant's drug effects are reaching their peak. There is no reason it shouldn't work.

'Could Sylvester's hereditary disease really be incurable?'

Charley exhaled, moved his body a bit, and after feeling no more pain, he looked up at Lela.

Seeing her eyes filled with tears and obvious tear stains at the corners, Charley was frightened, thinking his terrifying state had scared Lela. He said, "Don't be afraid. Look, I'm fine now." As he spoke, he even raised his hand to thump his chest. "See, I'm good as new."

Noticing that Lela still looked a bit scared, Charley thought she was worried about Sylvester and quickly added, "Don't worry, Sylvester will be fine too."

But as soon as he said this, Lela raised her hand to cover her face and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Charley."

She thought, 'I shouldn't have used him as an experiment, and I shouldn't have taken such a risky approach to testing whether my blood is effective.'

Seeing Lela like this, Charley stood up from the flower bed, at a loss. "Lela, it's okay; it's not your fault."

Charley knew why Lela was apologizing.

Hearing this, Lela released her hand and clenched her fists tightly, her long eyelashes wet with tears, carrying a fragile beauty. "I'm useless, Charley. I really want to help Sylvester and you." However, she realized that her blood was useless.

She thought, 'Mutant?

'How ironic; besides bringing me endless pain, what else does it offer?

'It can't even cure a disease.'

Charley had never seen Lela like this before, with despair, pain, unwillingness, and anger all intertwined. He was truly startled and quickly said, "You have my brother. It would help if you believed in him like I do. He's strong and competent. One day, he will develop the medicine to cure us. Give him time, and give yourself time.

"It's not your fault!"

Lela clenched her fists, then released them, repeating the cycle, and the anger and despair in her heart slowly dissipated.

She thought, 'Right!

'I can't panic.

'The Immortal Man is so powerful. Since he created me, if I am really so useless that I can't even cure a hereditary disease, I should think about what the Immortal Man's ultimate purpose in creating me is.' Thinking of this, Lela restrained her hostility.