“Being with you is what’s wrong with me.”
Isabel felt a shiver run down her spine.
Were those words Adrian was even capable of saying?
She had the antidote in her hand the moment she gave him the poison.
She’d administered it right after he passed out. Logically, it shouldn’t have damaged his brain, right?
She was still quite confident in her professional skills.
“I’m calling the locksmith now.”
Isabel threw the door open, furious. “What in the world do you want?”
Adrian squeezed inside and shut the door behind him.
He reached for her hand, but Isabel stepped back to avoid him. “Haven’t you learned your lesson?”
“I won’t be rough,” Adrian said. “I know how precious that right hand of yours is.”
Isabel couldn’t be bothered with him. “Get out.”
Adrian started to step forward again, but then his entire body went rigid, and he slid to the floor.
He stared at Isabel in disbelief.
Isabel calmly called Daniel.
Adrian was still in a hospital gown with only a coat over it; he wouldn’t have come alone.
Daniel had to be with him.
When Daniel got the call and came up, he found Adrian sprawled pitifully on the floor.
He had never seen Adrian in such a state.
“Mrs. Blackwell, this…”
“He’ll live.”
Daniel was at a loss for words.
Fine. Daniel called the bodyguards, and together they carried Adrian back to the hospital.
Adrian was conscious but couldn’t move a muscle.
His right hand throbbed with pain, especially when he tried to exert any force.
It dawned on him then.
Isabel had no intention of letting him go.
A quick death would have been a mercy, but it would have also dirtied her hands.
This—making him live a life worse than death—was the most excruciating punishment of all.
When Mrs. Blackwell woke up and heard about Adrian’s condition, she went to see him.


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