After he finished speaking, Noah Drexler only glanced at him coldly.
"Give me the antidote formula!" His handsome face was full of seriousness!
He must get the antidote formula quickly!
After Noah Drexler spoke, the expression on the elder Drexler's face froze for a moment, then he asked a bit angrily.
"Did you come to see me just for the antidote?"
If Summer Shawcross wasn't poisoned, would he not even bother to look at his dying father?
"Yes!" Noah Drexler pressed his thin lips together and replied indifferently.
His straightforward answer made the expression on the elder Drexler's face stiffen, looking somewhat unpleasant.
Standing beside, Summer Shawcross couldn't help but feel a cold sweat listening to the conversation between the father and son. She reached out helplessly and gently poked Noah Drexler.
This man... even if this is what he truly thinks, there's no need to be so honest at a time like this.
