"This can really make Helen stand up."

Leo Hall nodded, his expression affirmative.

Harry Hall looked at the small vial of medicine in his hand, barely able to contain the excitement on his face.

After a long while, he slowly calmed his overly excited emotions, looked at Leo Hall, and said:

"I know you don’t think highly of the Hall Clan, but you’ve done me a big favor. I won’t take it for free."

Leo Hall remained nonchalant, shrugged, and said, "Whatever."

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, looked at Harry Hall, pointed to the vial of medicine he was holding, and inexplicably added a hint of schadenfreude in his tone as he said:

"Don’t forget, you need this too."

Harry Hall was startled for a moment; all this time, he had nearly forgotten that he had agreed to be Leo Hall’s test subject.

That day, he drank the poison Leo Hall gave him, supposedly to test the antidote’s effectiveness but only when the poison in his body would take effect.

But since that time, Leo Hall hadn’t contacted him, and the poison had never acted up. He kept this matter in mind.

He just hoped Leo could quickly develop an antidote for Helen.

Now, with Leo’s reminder, he realized he might also end up in a wheelchair someday.

But since Leo has already come up with the antidote, even if it happens, isn’t the formula still there?

Leo Hall seemed to have guessed Harry Hall’s thoughts, chuckled lightly, and said:

"I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"The bad news."

As long as the bad news doesn’t involve Helen, it’s fine.

"The bad news is, even though I did develop the antidote’s components and formula, one of the herbs was incredibly hard to find—enough for only one dose. If you want to make a second dose, it’ll depend on luck."

Harry Hall immediately understood what Leo meant and said, "So what you’re saying is that between Helen and me, only one of us can use this vial? One of us will still have to be in a wheelchair?"

"That’s right."

Leo Hall nodded, then lazily changed his posture, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at Harry Hall with a smile:

"Brother, anyway, sister-in-law is already used to the wheelchair. You should drink it yourself and take good care of her in the future."

As the words fell, seeing Harry Hall’s face darken, Leo quickly added as his eyes twinkled:

"You should consider if one day your legs really can’t walk, will sister-in-law resent you and fall for someone else..."

"No way!"

Harry Hall’s face fell, and his voice cut coldly, interrupting Leo Hall.

"Don’t let me hear you defaming your sister-in-law again."

Leo Hall seemed unbothered, "I’m not defaming her, just stating a possible fact. Nobody wants their husband to be someone who can’t walk, right? So what would you do if that day really came?"

Harry Hall didn’t respond. He wasn’t worried at all about Helen falling for someone else; what he worried about more was that Helen might never love him.

Now that she’s lost that part of her memory, he knew her feelings for him weren’t deep. It couldn’t be called love, nor even liking.

She agreed to marry him, and he thought the main reason might not be because she liked or loved him, but perhaps she didn’t want to burden Elly Campbell.

That day, he said if ever there came a day she truly didn’t want to be with him anymore, he would divorce her and set her free.