Maja's face drained of color in an instant. What memory had he unearthed that filled him with such loathing for lan? Hadn't he
already taken over this body completely? Was Eric truly gone forever?
Frozen in place as if someone had struck her with a paralyzing spell, Maja stood motionless.
Patric let out a mocking chuckle. "Beat it, go take a nap on the bed or something."
"I need the antidote."
Her tone turned icy and stubborn.
"There's no antidote. Let that little brat die."
That sentence struck a nerve in Maja, reminding her of the child she had lost. She lunged at him, and clawed at his throat with her
hands.
But her panic over what she'd just ingested was overwhelming; she even started to feel a pain in her stomach.
"The antidote, give it to me!"
Patric didn't struggle, aware that Maja barely had any strength.
Desperate, she started ransacking the table for the antidote, but there were too many bottles and jars—no way to know which one
was the cure.
Patric dusted off the imaginary dirt from his shoulders with a nonchalant air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"lI haven't made the antidote yet, and you're running out of time."
Maja's mind buzzed; with her legs giving out, she collapsed to the floor.
Kneeling beside her, Patric looked at her dazed expression and suddenly reached out to touch her cheek.
"Don't touch me!"
She slapped his hand away as if it were something vile.
Patric found her reaction amusing and let out a few laughs before anger tinged the corners of his eyes.
"So who can touch you? lan can, huh? Makes sense, after all, you've got his kid. | wonder how many times you've been together."
"It's none of your business!"
"Maja, you really don't want to rileup."
He grabbed her hand and ripped open the shirt she was wearing.
"If | wanted to be involved, | could be right now."
Enraged and helpless, Maja trembled all over; she even felt clueless about her whereabouts.
Overwhelmed and faint from not eating, she passed out from hypoglycemia.
"Maja?"
"Maja!"
Patric called out twice before scooping her up and striding towards the bed.
Meanwhile, BLACK had arrived at the Bradshaw estate.
Accompanying BLACK were a few members of the Porter family.
The old patriarch of the Porter family had sustained minor injuries on Middle Island and had cto discuss serious matters with
the Bradshaw family.
Timothy, sitting at the head of the table with a smile, was lean and wiry, but he didn't look weak.
"Ralap, what happened to you?"
Injured, Ralap was pale and seemed in poor shape.
"You must have heard, Mr. Bradshaw, the Porter family was ambushed a few days ago. Those attackers followedto Middle
Island, stealing the medicines prepared for us and laying a trap. If they're bold enough to rob the Porter family, they'll surely target
the Bradshaw family next."
His implication was clear: the families should unite to fend off this external threat.
A flicker of coldness crossed Timothy's eyes. Clearly, this attack was aimed at the Porter family, and now the old fox wanted to
drag others into his troubles.
Yet, the thought of someone targeting their medicinal supplies wrinkled his brow. He didn't want to play into Ralap's hands, but he
was also concerned about BLACK's safety.
He glanced at Mr. BLACK, who was as reserved as ever.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You must be shaken, Mr. BLACK. I'll give this matter careful consideration, but | need a month."
That was the deadline Patric had set to deliver the medicine. If Patric himself was such a masterful medical genius capable of
creating such drugs, the Bradshaw family might no longer need to trade with Mr. BLACK.
Perhaps the Bradshaw family could avoid muddying the waters.
"A month is a long time, Mr. Bradshaw. Think carefully. Those people are relentless."
lan, with his face shrouded beneath his cloak, noticed several housemaids bustling in and out of the great hall.
He greeted Ralap before approaching one of the maids, asking, "Excuse me, could you tellwhere the restroom is?"
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