Chapter 52: 52

"What's wrong?" I squirmed free from Sean's grip on my face. The man's face was also close to me that I felt suffocated. "Am I going to die? What are those damn bugs out there?"

"And why in the hell you're here?" Sean snarled. I stiffened; never did I think that this man I considered perfect was now barking at me. I felt humiliated, but I saw drops of tears running down his flushed cheek when I looked up at him.

"Patrick, what are we going to do?" Sean growled again, and I noticed his quivering lips, which he concealed by brushing his hair away with his fingers a couple of times. I looked at the man, and I shuddered at his pale lips. Drops of sweats were trickling down his temples.

"Sean, I don't know. You know I have not discovered or developed an antidote yet."

From their tone, I realized I was in danger. What kind of bugs were there in those barrels that this man had to create an antidote? And why in the hell would he grow those kinds of bugs whose bites seemed fatal?