The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 147: [Volume 1] - - He is fine.

After a few moments, Ryan exhaled softly, his own tension slipping away. "You’re okay," he said quietly, his voice steady and calm. He gave Aron’s wrist a light squeeze before releasing it, a subtle gesture of reassurance.

Aron gave a weak smile, still catching his breath but visibly calmer. "Thanks, Ryan," he muttered, his voice hoarse but grateful.

Ryan stood up slowly, his expression softening as he looked down at Aron. "Just take it easy for a while. The reaction’s under control now, but rest for the next few hours." He added with a touch of warmth, "take a rest".

Ray, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. His voice cut through the air, carrying the concern that had been simmering. "What happened to Aron?" he asked, his brows knitted in confusion. His question seemed to echo the thoughts of everyone in the room.

Aron, who had been steadily regaining his composure, glanced over at Ryan with the same bewilderment written on his face. He didn’t know what had triggered his reaction either. The itching had come out of nowhere, and now that it was subsiding, the confusion remained. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Ryan, always calm under pressure, took a moment to assess Aron before responding. His tone was careful, as though he was piecing together the puzzle as he spoke. "Aron," he began, his voice steady, "I need to ask you something. Do you have sensitive skin? You know, some skin types can react badly to certain medications or substances."

Aron thought for a second before nodding, his eyes widening with realization. "Yeah... actually, yes. When I was a kid, I was really sick and had to take a lot of medication. Over time, my body became super sensitive to certain things."

Ryan gave a slow nod, his expression sharpening as everything started to make sense. "That’s it," he murmured, turning his attention back to Ray and the others. "It looks like Aron’s skin came into contact with something—some kind of chemical or substance that’s dangerous. It’s something the rest of us might not even feel, but Aron’s body reacted immediately."

Kai, who had been watching from the side, furrowed his brow in confusion. "But... why only his hand?" he asked, pointing toward Aron’s now red and irritated hand.

Ryan met Kai’s gaze and explained patiently, "Because whatever it was, it only touched his hand. The rest of his body didn’t come into contact with it. And judging by how quickly his skin reacted, this chemical could be far more dangerous than it seems."

Kai’s concern deepened, and his mind started racing. "But what did he touch?" he murmured. "If it’s so dangerous, wouldn’t it have reacted as soon as he touched it?"

Ryan nodded in agreement, scanning the room as if searching for the answer himself. Kai, still deep in thought, murmured again, "What could it be...?"

His gaze swept across the room, and then, like a lightbulb turning on, his eyes locked on Jay. Jay’s collar was crooked, a small detail but one that stood out in the moment. Kai’s eyes narrowed as he recalled what had happened earlier—Aron had grabbed Jay by the collar during their heated conversation.

Ryan’s eyes followed Kai’s, landing on Jay at the same time. His expression shifted as the realization struck him too. "Jay," Ryan said, his voice firm but urgent, "take off your shirt."

Jay blinked in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Just do it," Ryan insisted, his calm demeanor now edged with a sense of urgency. "Aron grabbed your collar earlier, right? That was right before his reaction started. There might be something on your shirt—something that caused this."

Jay hesitated for only a moment before he began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements quick but tense.

Now, everyone stood inside Jay’s laboratory, located on the top floor of the house. The room had an air of organized chaos, filled with shelves of chemicals, various beakers, flasks, and cutting-edge lab equipment. The soft hum of machines filled the otherwise silent space as Jay, now wearing a white lab coat and protective glasses, worked meticulously at his station. His usual casual demeanor had been replaced with one of sharp focus as he dropped his shirt into a glass container, submerging it into a clear liquid.

Aron and his brothers stood behind him a few steps away ,their eyes fixed on the large screen displaying the results. Jay calmly picked up a test tube filled with a vibrant green liquid. He carefully poured it onto the shirt submerged in the solution. The room was still, the anticipation thick as they watched the green liquid slowly spread across the fabric.

Moments later, something unexpected happened. The green liquid began to change color, transforming into a deep, alarming red. The screen showed the vivid transformation, signaling that something was indeed wrong. Aron and Aron brothers exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and surprise. Ryan, still calm but now more alert, observed Jay closely as he worked.

Jay’s face grew serious as he studied the chemical reaction. After what felt like an eternity but was merely thirty minutes, Jay finally looked up, his voice steady but grave. "It’s Hibiscus Polo Motto chemical," he said, breaking the silence.

The room froze. Kai’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he leaned forward. "What did you just say? Hibiscus... Polo what?"

Jay repeated, his voice firmer now. "Hibiscus Polo Motto chemical. I know it sounds odd, but that’s what it’s called. It’s an old compound, quite dangerous and rarely seen nowadays."

Everyone in the room was stunned. Aron brother leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "What does it do?"

Jay adjusted his glasses, his tone now more somber as he explained. "This chemical is incredibly deceptive. It has no color, no scent, and no obvious trace. It’s like a powder, but once it’s mixed into water, it dissolves entirely without leaving any evidence. You could sprinkle it on someone or mix it with any liquid, and they’d never know it’s there. It’s almost impossible to detect without the right tools."