“How could... How could it be?” Tracey's eyes widened in shock. She had seen the effects of Necro Poison on Mable in the past. It was enough to make someone as resilient as Mable become overwhelmed with pain to the point of trembling and shouting. She knew how vicious the effect of Necro Poison was. Mable did not appear as if she was suffering from Necro Poison just now when she was heading downstairs. She must have passed out from the pain. “She’s very resilient,” Rahman stated while dragging a deep sigh. He blamed himself for not noticing it earlier. Eugenie stated, “Necro Poison’s effects have no noticeable symptoms other than a sharp pain experienced by the person. Most doctors would not be able to notice it.” The symptoms of Necro Poison attacks were very similar to a typical stress cardiomyopathy. Most of the time, it would be triggered when a person underwent extreme stress due to major events in life, which caused the body to secrete extra catecholamines.
When Mable woke up again, it was already nighttime. Spike was lying beside the bed with his tiny hands wrapped around hers. The edges of his eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. “Mommy!” The moment he noticed Mable coming to, he launched himself toward her. “You finally woke up…” Mable felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside her when she saw her son and hastily apologized, “I’m sorry for making you worry.” Spike hugged her tightly and expressed in a choked-up voice, “Mommy, Daddy is gone. Please don’t let us lose you too. You have to be strong.” Mable felt an urge to cry. She should be the one comforting her child at a time like this, but somehow, it was the other way around. She had a sense that she had neglected her duty as a mother. All she cared about was her anguish over her loss, and in doing so, she had neglected to care for her child. She hugged Spike tightly, swarmed with guilt. “I’m sorry, Spike. I'm so sorry, it's all Mommy's fault. Mommy promises
After booting up the laptop, Mable inserted the pen drive into the computer and played the video inside. Immediately after that, Blair appeared on the display. He was sitting on the couch inside the study, wearing a light-colored shirt and staring tenderly at the camera lens. He called out, “Mabes.” His familiar voice immediately stirred Mable’s emotions. She had tried so hard to still her emotions but just hearing his voice alone made her restless again. She stared at Blair’s figure in the video, and tears began to fall against her will. Immediately, she heard his voice again, “Don’t cry. “I know you’re not a girl who cries easily, but… I think you’re going to feel at least just a little sad when I’m dead.” It was as if Blair knew how she would feel the moment she saw the video. He knew she would break down and cry. Blair continued, “Mabes, if you’re seeing this video, it means I am no longer alive. I'm sorry for hurting you again. I know I promised you tha
Mable had never related to the sentiment that one could not live without another person. However, she had never related more strongly with that thought than at that moment, feeling as if she was going to fall apart. She could not fathom the thought that the man she loved so much was no longer with her. Blair would never hug her or kiss her again. He would never blow-dry her hair for her in the gentle way he always did. She would never hear him tenderly calling out Mabes again… He was dead. Completely gone, with no way of returning. “Mabes, don't cry. My brother…” Tracey was on the verge of tears as well and tried to offer some comfort. The words rose to her lips a few times, but she would swallow them back down again. She could not say it. Solomon and Kyle specifically instructed her to not disclose her brother’s present condition to Mabes. Even they were unsure whether Blair would ever wake up again. “Mabes.” All Tracey could do was embrace Mable tightly a
At Royal View Villa. Jeremiah stood by the entrance of the villa and faced off against the bodyguards of the Fowlers. Apart from his assistant, nobody else came with him. He boldly confronted the staunch bodyguards and sounded completely unfazed as he said, “I’m here to see my sister.” “Mabes isn't here!” Tracey answered sharply while avoiding Jeremiah's gaze. She had been hypnotized once by Jeremiah back in Italee and was aware of how potent his hypnosis can be. Knowing that, she specifically took precautions and instructed the bodyguards to wear sunglasses and avoid staring into his eyes. “Is that so?” Jeremiah nodded perfunctorily and did not seem bothered. With that, he probed again, “What about Spike and Lemon? Are they here?” As soon as he brought up the two children, Tracey grew even more upset. “Jeremiah, don't even think about it. You’re not going to see Spike and Lemon.” Imagine how disastrous it would be if he managed to hypnotize the two children.
Tracey sneered sarcastically, “Heh, your Mr. Muller would plot against his sister. What makes you think he wouldn’t do it to his nephew?” Jeremiah’s assistant did not respond. Meanwhile, inside the car. Jeremiah addressed Spike with concern in his eyes, “How have you been holding up lately?” Spike looked up at him with a cool look in his eyes before stating, “I just lost my father. How well did you think I could possibly be doing?” Jeremiah felt himself stiffening up. Spike's words pierced into his heart like a sharp needle. Then, Jeremiah prompted, “What did you want to speak to me about?” Spike gave him a look and got straight to the point, “I just wanted to know why you had to break up Mommy and Daddy, even going as far as to kill Daddy.” “Spike, your father was not a good person. He doesn't love your mommy, and their marriage was a mistake…” At this note, Spike became emotional and curtly cut Jeremiah off, “Whether it's a mistake or not is not up to yo
Mable received a call from Tracey while on the way back to the villa. That was how she found out that Jeremiah had shown up. She did not expect Jeremiah to have the guts to come to her. Did he truly think he was untouchable? “Drive faster!” Mable barked at Rahman after hanging up. Rahman turned to Mable in the passenger seat and asked, “What happened?” “Jeremiah showed up.” Upon hearing this, Rahman stomped on the gas pedal and cried out, “Sit tight!” How dare the scumbag show up! They reached Royal View Villa within ten minutes. As soon as Mable stepped out of the car, she saw Spike running out of a parked Bentley a short distance away. “Spike!” “Mommy!” Spike ran towards Mable while crying out, “Help me! Uncle is trying to kill me!” Trailing right behind him was Jeremiah, who had just stepped out of the car. He wore a grim scowl. “Hubert Fowler, you damned brat!” Mable's expression shifted drastically upon noting this. She rushed forward as qu
Meanwhile, inside the villa. Mable took Spike to the living room and immediately ordered someone to get the first aid kit. “Spike, are you okay? That scumbag, Jeremiah, has zero morals!” The moment Tracey noticed Spike injured, she grew anxious and started to blame herself, “Mabes, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I should have kept a closer eye on Spike." Mable took the first aid kit from the servant and immediately began to disinfect the wound on Spike's palm. She prompted gently, “Spike, Mommy will be gentle. Just bear with me for a bit.” Spike observed how worried Mable looked and suddenly began to regret his actions. He whispered gently, “Mommy, don't worry. It’s not a deep wound.” He had merely sliced against the surface and broken the skin. Tracey gently ruffled Spike’s head. She was very distressed because she was under the impression that Spike was only holding in the pain, “It’s such a large wound. How can it possibly not hurt? Spike, it’s all my fault. I