She Became Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: A Thorny Illness

Iker seemed like a trapped beast on the brink of rage, his eyes filled with icy killing intent that made one shudder.

His thin lips parted slightly as he coldly uttered a single word. "Investigate!"

"Yes."

After Tanner left the room, there were only three people left. His face had finally softened a bit, although it was still very cold and hard.

"Miss Lawrence, how should I treat my leg?" Iker asked.

Cheyenne looked at him with some hesitation. She lifted a strand of long hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. It was an unintentional but gentle gesture.

"Well, I thought your fracture was just caused by the car accident, but now it seems like there's a bigger problem that's harder to deal with," she said with a hint of difficulty and guilt in her tone.

She didn't need to spell it out - Iker already understood what she meant.

Actually, he hadn't held out much hope from the beginning...

Over the years, he had seen more than a hundred so-called "famous doctors", but every time ended up with the same result. He had long stopped feeling disappointed about it. But when he heard Cheyenne say this, his heart still felt sad for a moment. He couldn't even understand why he would have such a long-lost feeling.

He laughed at himself inwardly.

Seeing his handsome and aloof face filled with such loneliness, Cheyenne spoke hesitantly, ""Well... it's not entirely hopeless! We just need to figure out what poison you've been exposed to, find the antidote, and then treat it."

"Master Iker, you don't have to be too sad."

Having been poisoned for three years, he was afraid that the toxicity had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

It was not easy to find an antidote!

"Thank you, Miss Lawrence. I understand now."

"So for today, I can only temporarily give you an injection to suppress your pain."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Cheyenne washed her hands, dried them with a clean cloth, and then took out tools from her own medicine box.

"By the way, Master Iker, I want to take a sample of your blood and have it tested."

Reuben was tall like a towering mountain and looked cold with his dark eyes contrasting against his white teeth. He took out a glass bottle filled with white powder from his suit pocket and handed it to the maid.

"Master Davon... what is this?" She asked as her hand trembled while holding onto it.

"This is something that will make my big brother even happier. Just pour it into his daily soup," he replied calmly.

"After everything is done, I'll give you five million dollars and arrange for you to leave Chulae."

"How about a villa overseas?"

Davon stood up from the couch and strode over to the woman with his long, powerful legs.

His long and beautiful fingers gently caressed her delicate face, the fingertips slightly cool, the movement full of flirtation.

A blush quickly appeared on the woman's face, and she looked at Iker with a hint of infatuation in her eyes.

Despite the lipstick mark left by the blonde beauty on his face, she still felt that Master Davon was as handsome as a god.

Nodding in a daze, she replied, "Okay."