Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 50 Little one, could you be the antidote for me?

Seeing Lela running downstairs, Sylvester shook his head helplessly.

The little one actually learned to keep him in suspense.

Just as he was about to follow downstairs, his body suddenly experienced a tearing pain, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Sylvester clasped his chest, a metallic taste seemed to surge up his throat, and his body wavered. In the moment when he was about to collapse, Charley rushed over and held onto him. "Brother!"

His tone was filled with urgency, and his gaze was worried and anxious.

Sylvester supported himself with his right hand on the staircase railing and slowly opened his eyes after a while.

Charley's eyes were bloodshot. "Brother, why is this happening? It's only the twenty-first today, why did you have an attack this early in the month?"

From the fifteenth of last month until today, it was more than twenty days ahead, and the intervals between his attacks were becoming shorter...

Both of them inherited a genetic disease from their mother's clan. Every month on the fifteenth when the moon was full, without exception, they would suffer from extreme pain all over their bodies, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at them, and they would cough up blood.

It was unbearable to even just bear a little bit of it.

Unavoidably, he felt blood rushing to his nose, just like that last time.

But the last time, it was due to an external force, combined with his eagerness to forget taking his medication before the competition, which triggered the onset of his condition.

Fortunately, this time, he hadn't completely lost consciousness after being hit. With the little remaining awareness he had, he managed to reach for his medication and swallow it before passing out.

As for why his brother fell ill despite taking the medication, Charley later wondered if maybe the urgent situation prevented him from swallowing enough, causing him to faint.

His brother, on the other hand, had no apparent reason to fall ill prematurely. How could his condition worsen so many days ahead of schedule?

"Help me to my room," Sylvester struggled to say, looking at Charley.

Charley didn't waste any time and assisted Sylvester into the room.

Charley helped his brother onto the sofa, his face filled with anxiety. "Brother, what is happening?"

Sylvester clutched his chest, suppressing the bitter sweetness in his throat. After a moment, he smiled wryly and said, "It's not advancing, but delaying."

"What?" Charley couldn't believe it.

Their illness was only supposed to advance as they grew older, just like their mother. It started happening at the end of the month, then midway, and eventually shortened to every three days. The doctors the Sylvesters secretly consulted were all helpless and devoid of solutions.

"Brother! Are you hallucinating?" What did he mean by delaying? It clearly advanced.

Charley's eyes turned bloodshot, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

If hallucinations occurred, it meant...

Unable to bear the thought, he couldn't continue. Sylvester was his brother, the person he cherished most in this world, and the person he admired the most. If he lost him, there would be no reason for him to exist in this world. Shaking his head, Sylvester endured the excruciating pain coursing through his body and said, "Raymond, I'm not hallucinating, don't worry."

He then took out a vial of the pure five-milliliter injection from his pocket and waved it in front of Charley.

Charley reached out and took the medication, inspecting it repeatedly, and finally exclaimed in shock, "Brother...you...you didn't take your medication?"

His face filled with disbelief. "Why haven't you taken this month's medication?"

Although the doctors the Sylvesters consulted had not found a complete cure for their peculiar illness, Charley remembered that after his brother disappeared for three years, he returned and summoned this group of doctors to establish a pharmacological research institute in Greafury City.

Through relentless efforts, they finally developed a medication that could temporarily suppress their condition.

However, achieving a lifelong cure seemed difficult.

"Perhaps I forgot," Sylvester chuckled lightly and drank the liquid medication.

And then silence fell.

After a while, the pain in the body slowly began to disappear.

But Charley was a bit upset, "How could you forget? Do you know how worried I was?"

"Alright, I will not forget again in the future."

Charley felt stifled and ran downstairs with red eyes.

Sylvester ignored him and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

Skya Country, Balthazar Auction House...

He had drunk a little bit of the child's blood and felt the pain in his body disappearing, so he decided to try not taking the medicine this time.

If it wasn't for this sudden illness, he would have almost forgotten that he still had a month's worth of medicine unused.

He leaned back against the sofa, gazing at the ceiling.

Little one, so you're saying you'll be my cure!

Huh! Sylvester smirked and laughed.

In the past, they had always forcefully fought through their illnesses and endured with the help of nutrient solutions and blood transfusions. They would just tough it out. But this time, it seemed different...