NovelFinishChapter 1426: Lucius scrutinized her. She had taken only an alleviatory pill and was low on energy. Despite her stern words, she posed no real threat. With a child to think about, she would never take any drastic actions before securing the genuine antidote.
This thought brought Lucius scomfort. Otherwise, he would be enraged about being poisoned by Harlee, only to end up being outsmarted by her! A large group of people walked for what seemed like an eternity, their feet heavy and worn, until they finally reached the cemetery. As soon as Lucius saw the nand photo on the tombstone, his eyes welled up with tears.
"Nicola, I'm so sorry. I'm late..." he whispered, his voice breaking as he tenderly stroked the stone, his touch as soft as if he were caressing her face.
Harlee felt sick and disgusted. Fortunately, she had arranged for Thiago to create a fake tombstone ahead of time. Without the real one, she was certain Nicola would be disgusted, too.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBehind Harlee, Rhys stood, his arm hidden behind Thiago's body, and gently tugged at Harlee's hand, guiding her to lean on his arm.
Harlee hesitated, anxious about being discovered.
Rhys spoke softly, his voice barely audible.
"Lucius' men won't notice. The baby's growing, and I know standing this long is uncomfortable for you, right?" It was a risky move, but Rhys couldn't bear the thought of Harlee standing there in discomfort, especially with the baby growing inside her.
Lucius was crying and howling, his voice echoing through the empty expanse. They had no idea how long he would remain in this forsaken place, a prisoner of his own grief. Rhys, standing nearby, couldn't bear to see his beloved wife worn out by the weight of it all.
Harlee, well aware of the weight of Rhys' unspoken plea, reluctantly let herself lean on him, knowing she had no other option. And as soon as she rested against him, a strange comfort settled over her.
Rhys' reassurances had proven true. Lucius' entourage was none the wiser, lost in their foolishness, oblivious to the subtle exchange happening just under their noses.
Lucius carried on with his mournful ramblings before the tombstone. Half an hour passed, and Harlee's patience began to fray. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she walked up to him, her voice cutting through the air. "Lucius, I can't wait any longer." Her meaning was unmistakable. She wasn't here for more of his theatrics. She wanted the cure.
Lucius, a man forever bound to the past, tugged Harlee aside, ensuring they were far enough from the tombstone. With a resigned sigh, he pulled a small vial from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Take two of these for now." "No," Harlee refused, her voice sharp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I want the antidote!" To execute the next phase of her plan, the show had to go on.
Lucius, seeing the brewing storm in her eyes, chose not to press too hard. Pushing her any further might spiral them both into chaos, and that was not the end he sought. A compromise, then, was the only way forward.
"Fine," Lucius said, his voice tinged with reluctant t resolve. The content is of novelenglish.net!
"I'll send you an address. You can have your people retrieve it." The your people content is on novelenglish.net! His gaze darkened, and his words took on a menacing edge.
"But don't try anything funny, or I'll poison you again!"
Harlee, however, was unfazed. She simply passed the address on ton Desmon and instructed him to have Goodwin rush through the analysis of the antidote's components.
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