My Supermodel Wife

At the same time, a motorcade of ten appeared on the streets of Surabaya. 

All cars were of the same type, they were seen moving fast to the airport through the still deserted Surabaya streets.​​

In less than half an hour, three helicopters took off from the airport and flew on different routes.

Lilia didn't know all this.

At eight in the morning, she opened her misty eyes.

She was surrounded by a snow-white wall and she could hear a faint conversation taking place not far from where she currently was.

"Why are you so cringe?"

At this time, Vincent was standing outside the door of the sterile room, watching Jean in front of him.

The man stood with hands crossed in front of his c.h.e.s.t, his eyes fixed on the hospital bed. "I haven't seen you in several years, have you been using your brain for medical research correctly?"

Getting insinuated made Vincent hum lightly. "I know you did it to hide from other people. But do you really have enemies?"

Speaking of this, his expression became serious. The truth was, everyone was so curious about Jean when they were abroad.

Even though he was gravely ill at that time, his terrifying aura never disappeared from him.

Vincent would gradually bow to fear the young Jean. He was the stable and m.a.t.u.r.e kind and yet he couldn't help but worry what he should do if Jean really did become his enemy. Vincent didn't know if he needed the world to back him if he had to face Jean in a conflict.

At this time, Jean answered, "Indeed I have enemies," after which he slowly looked into Vincent's eyes and continued, "But they target my woman."

"So?" Vincent wondered. "Do you want them to think that you are gone, so that they can drop their guard and you can deliver a fatal blow?"

The man raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, and that was enough for Vincent to confirm that he had understood his statement right.

Vincent then pulled the corners of his mouth and said in a deep tone, "Jean, if you need anything, feel free to ask me."

The implication was that as long as Jean needed help, he could come to him and he'd use everything in his power to help him.

Jean then raised his palm and dropped them on his shoulders, exerting a little strength. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "I just need you to heal her eyes."

"Yeah I got it!" Vincent shrugged his shoulders, looking a little annoyed.

He had no experience healing women. His rules for not dealing with women were still mysterious.

... 

The walls in the sterile room were not soundproof, so Lilia could listen to all their conversations.

"Are you done talking?" Lilia asked while rubbing her eyes. Then she touched the wound on her forehead, feeling her vision became even more blurry.

No answer was heard, but the sound of the footsteps continued to approach closer. So she turned her head and narrowed her eyes to look up.

Lilia saw a white coat, the hallmark of a doctor. Then she moved her eyes up and saw the name tag on the c.h.e.s.t. She leaned forward and the face of her visitor gradually became clear. "Uncle...?"

The person who entered from the door was Julius.

Lilia was surprised and happy at the same time. "Why are you here?!"

After thinking for a moment, she asked to confirm her guess. "Is this Ivory Hospital?"

Julius watched her while constantly squinting his eyes. Then he sat down beside her bed looking very depressed. "This is in Surabaya, the Genetics Institute on the Old Coast Street."

Lilia was momentarily stunned. "Old Coast Street?"

She had lived in Surabaya for a long time and had never heard of this street.

Julius explained with a smile, "This place is close to the beach, if you have never been here, you will feel a bit foreign to this place."

Sounds very mysterious!

Lilia looked slightly in a daze. "I thought I was in the capital, I never thought I would be in Surabaya. Uncle... Why did you come back suddenly?"

Julius' gentle and graceful face smiled faintly. "I'm always busy in the capital and I'm getting tired of it. It so happened that the genetic research institute needed some help here, so I'm back!"

He didn't say much because he was worried about the situation, Julius even made a special call before returning.

Coincidentally, they needed a non-hospital sterile room, and the genetic research institute could provide it.

At 7.30 this morning, the helicopter docked on the top floor of the genetic research institute building.

The director invited many researchers to welcome him personally since sixty percent of the annual funding came from the Widjaya family.

And since Jean had personally come, no one dared to miss the event.

Julius and Lilia had a brief chat. The man then walked out of the sterile room and saw Jean outside the door. He shook his head slightly. "Are you sure about your friend?"

"Let him try!" Jean replied, didn't speak too much.

When he chose to call Vincent back, he knew that he had the absolute ability to heal Lilia's eyes.

Julius sighed softly. "When Lilia called out to me, I didn't know that her eyes were injured. If I had known this, I would've..."

He didn't finish his words, but Jean understood what he meant.

It would still be pointless even if he had found out earlier. Knowing Lilia, even if Julius said that the child wouldn't be able to survive, his niece probably wouldn't listen to him.

And now here they were, close to the beach surrounded by sand and sheer cliffs.

This research institute was not open to the public, so only a few people knew about its existence.

The building covered a large area, and on weekdays, there were special vehicles that traveled in and out.

Since Jean temporarily needed a sterile room, the director vacated two rooms for use.

They also provided a medical research laboratory and restroom on the top floor.

This could be described as 'good service'!

That afternoon, Vincent appeared at the medical laboratory wearing a white coat. Before entering the door, he paused for a moment to wear a mask. "Are all the medicinal ingredients I want ready?"

Jean looked towards the laboratory and said, "Seventy kinds of medicinal ingredients, all of them are very expensive.If she doesn't recover still…. Just watch!"

Vincent was about to open his mouth, but when Jean looked at him with such a terrifying aura, he put on his mask again and went to the laboratory.

'Do you think I'm a witch or something?!' He cursed inwardly.

The list he provided at the time clearly stated that 100 grams of each medicinal ingredient would be fine. He should have trusted himself more.

As he walked, Vincent felt he was shocked at the sight before him. This must be what abuse of authority looked like!

The many medicinal ingredients he needed were extremely rare and precious.

Among them, natural bezoars alone cost ten millions per gram.

However, when Vincent saw the material on the experimental platform with his own eyes and personally discovered that there were more than just natural bezoars, he began to think about life.

Ever since Vincent entered the laboratory, he didn't allow any interference. Even the surrounding transparent glass curtain wall was required to be dr.a.p.ed, blocking everyone's view.

He never went out until evening.

After having dinner in the research institute's restroom, Lilia sat on the bed with her legs swinging by the side of the bed. Perhaps because her ankle was no longer sore, she shook her leg from time to time in a very relaxed manner.