Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1122

Chapter 1122

Charmine rushed into the laboratory without thinking twice.

She saw William on the floor with furrowed brows and face pale.

Charmine rushed forward and briefly checked on him. After making sure he was alright, she helped him up and placed him on the bed by the side.

According to his body and blood level, she could tell he fainted due to overworking.

She took out her needles and was about to treat him when Uncle Sam rushed over and quickly stopped her. "Charmine, stop! Stop now!"

Charmine’s hand that held the needle jolted. "What's wrong?"

Uncle Sam put down the meal box and said, "William had worked overnight for the past few nights. He worked intently and didn’t eat regularly-that's why he fainted. You should let him rest. If he wakes up again, he won't sleep for the night."

Charmine frowned. "What project was he working on that's so urgent?" "Oh, yes, go and have a look at the working desk," said Uncle Sam.

Charmine walked over to the desk and saw an assortment of liquids in various test tubes as documents were stacked.

The documents were all about her toxin as well as her blood analysis! 1

William...

Uncle Sam said, "After we went to your place to examine you the other night, William found out about it not long after. In the past few days, he had been researching in hope of a breakthrough to help you out. Whatever we said to him, he refused to rest. He only took short naps and continued after waking up. He didn’t even eat regularly."

Uncle Sam sighed. He draped William's form with a blanket and said helplessly, "He's been working on it for a few days now, but this toxin is the last and crudest toxin made by the scientist before his death. The only remaining antidote is Guy's body now. There was nowhere to start. Even for us, there's no major breakthrough or progress so far..."

With that said, he looked at Charmine. "Charmine, if you insist on being with Anthony, you must be mentally prepared. This is a very challenging toxin, and after conservatively estimating, the research will take up to three months."

Three months?

Guy would be drained off of his blood by then! What would there be left to research on?

Charmine asked, "At least three months? Any other possibilities?" "Look at him; he’s been worn out in the past few days with no progress or breakthrough. Three months is a very optimistic estimation..." Uncle Sam sighed, i

Charmine felt her heart burdened heavily.