Chapter 86: False alarm?

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: False alarm?

Jake gripped a bottle of water, his knuckles white as he tilted it back. The water was cold, but it felt like lead in his stomach. He wasn’t just pacing; he was stalking the length of his study like a caged animal. Every few seconds, his eyes would dart back to the monitors, hoping—praying—to see that familiar, ethereal glow on the gold chart.

"It’s just the stress," he whispered, his voice cracking in the silence of the penthouse. "The migraine. The neural load. It’s just a temporary glitch."

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