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
During Mable’s disappearance, Spike had been staying by Blair’s side every day. He was a first-hand witness of Blair’s endless longing for Mable. Although he was still a child, he realized that the only time a person would sacrifice their life for another person was when they were truly in love. That was how much his dad loved his mom. He would not stand for anyone denying Blair’s love for Mable. “Mommy, don't listen to him!” Mable bent over and embraced Spike tightly, her voice quivering as she spoke, “I know. I know Daddy loves me. Mommy loves Daddy just as much.” Spike nodded vigorously and shot a hateful look at Jeremiah. Mable gently ruffled Spike's head and prompted again, “Go back to the house and be with your sister. Mommy will be with you soon.” Spike shot another wary look at Jeremiah before heading back into the house. It was only after Tracey led Spike back into the house safely that Mable turned to face Jeremiah. “Jeremiah, it’s not up to any
Inside the VIP ward of a hospital. Solomon stood by the door and looked into the ward through the window. There was a group of doctors huddled next to the hospital bed. What was taking them so long? Why were they not finished with the operations yet? It had been almost three hours. Could Blair's condition have worsened by any chance? The more Amos thought about it, the more anxious he grew. Kyle was also waiting outside the ward with them. He pressed his fingers against his brows and complained, “Can you stop fidgeting around?” Amos had been pacing around so much that he was getting dizzy watching Amos going in circles. Solomon scratched his hair and sat on a chair next to Kyle before remarking, “Aren't you worried? What’s taking the doctors so long?” “Of course, I am worried, but no amount of worrying is going to help. Blair is the only one who can help himself in this situation,” Kyle answered while staring absently at a specific spot on the ground. An icy
If the male base could not be removed, it also meant that it would be impossible to cure Mable’s Necro Poison. Eugenie had been troubled over this for the past few days. She had a suspicion that she must have overlooked a crucial detail but simply could not figure out what it was. “Is there no way to curb the attacks of Necro Poison?” Kyle speculated. Solomon pointed out, “They claimed Ice Jade Flower could suppress its effects. However, Mable already tried it a few years ago, and it did not seem very useful.” Eugenie explained, “Ice Jade Flower can suppress the effects of Necro Poison, but there is no guarantee of it working. Necro Poison’s effects are largely triggered by the carrier’s emotions. In the case of Mable, who has experienced significant trauma in losing a loved one, even the Ice Jade Flower cannot suppress her emotions.” A thought suddenly occurred to Solomon. “Are you saying that if Mable and Master Blair are together, the effects of Necro Poison will not s
Lemon nodded, looking adorable as always. She then took Spike’s hand, “Okay, hold my hand!” When Mable went downstairs, she saw Eugenie waiting for her in the living room. Rahman was standing next to her with his hands on his hips and was busy bombarding her with a series of questions. “I heard you’re from South Jumonte. Isn’t that where Necro Poison is from? Since you know so much about it, why can't you figure out how to detoxify it? Speaking of which, you’re pretty young so I don’t think you’d be so experienced yet. Do you have a master?” Eugenie picked her ears, seemingly annoyed with how talkative Rahman was. She grumbled at him, “Why do you have so many questions? First of all, yes, I am indeed from southern South Jumonte. Second, knowing a lot about the Necro Poison doesn’t mean I know every single little thing about it. Third, I may be young, but I know what I’m doing and am better than the average practitioner. Finally, my master is dead!” Rahman cast another faint
Mable stared at the display. Her first thought went to Jeremiah, who she had locked up in her basement. Connor must have known about Jeremiah coming to Richworth. The only reason he was calling must be that he found out about what happened. Mable flicked a look at Eugenie. “Sorry, I need to take this.” Eugenie smiled and nodded. The moment Mable answered the call, her tone turned rather confrontative “Yeah?” Connor's voice rang out from the other end of the phone, “Astrid, it's me.” “What's up?” Judging by Connor’s brief silence, he must not have been expecting Mable to be so indifferent toward him. After several seconds, he spoke, “I heard about Jeremiah going down to Richworth to see you. They said you injured him and have him locked up. Is that true?” “There are some things I needed solving and I figured I should speak to him about it.” Connor grunted and asked, “What is it that you can't figure out?” Mable sneered, “Where do I start? Why are you so