...His wife… Feeling his expression darken, he eventually replied, “…Alright, I promise… Now go get some rest… I’ll be back after dealing with some things…”
Nodding in response, Xavia then watched as Zivon left the ward… and though she tried her best to sleep after that, she simply couldn’t get any shuteye. After all, she already knew how willing that man was to sacrifice for her sake, and she really couldn’t bear to continue dragging him down anymore… With that, she eventually got her phone out to give Ian a call…
“Brother…? Could you come over to discuss something please…?”
Fast forward to thirty minutes later, Ian and Xavia could be seen seated in the main office.
After giving both of them curt nods, the lead doctor cleared his throat before saying, “So, first things first, it should be noted that the drug Whitney chose to use isn’t life-threatening at all. In fact, we already know the steps to cure it. The problem lies in the fact that the herbal buds we need to make the cure only grow in Autumn, and even then, she’ll have to receive three treatments in a row.”
“Alternatively, we could use century-old herbs for three consecutive months, but… they’re even harder to find,” concluded the doctor.
So… her best shot at recovering was by waiting for Autumn to come? She would have to endure immense pain for six entire months… There probably wasn’t much hope in finding an alternate cure either if both remedies involved such specific herbs…
With that, he glowered at her before replying, “Cut the crap and just tell me what you’re after. Actually, before that… Allow me to share some rather relevant information with you… So, according to Article one hundred and thirty-six in Law and Criminology, poisoning another may lead to three to five years of imprisonment, depending on the severity of the injuries. If the victim is a person of status, however, the punishment can be raised to ten years!”
It was evident that he was threatening her, and Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle wryly. At the end of the day, she was no match against him, but then again, how much lower could a beggar sink?
Following a sneer, Whitney scoffed, “Since I only have a month left to live anyway, do you really think that’s a good threat? Anyway, what I want is simple. Give me a child so that I won’t be traveling to hell alone. As for what happens if I actually live long enough to give birth… Then I’ll take the child and leave. In other words, you and Xavia will no longer have to deal with me then…”
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