Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 704


    Chapter 704 Try it out


    In the past few years, he has held the title of “Mr. Drake’sst student” and has been respected by


    others. On asion, he is also begged to examine patients with difficult diseases. He is used to living


    in such an aura, although he tells himself from time to time that he never said that. Everything is their


    wishful thinking; it is what they want to determine, and it has nothing to do with


    them.


    But, after a long time, he couldn’t help but feel guilty and fearful of being exposed.


    For example, Silvia, besidespeting with her, is also afraid that one day she will expose his identity


    as Mr. Drake’sst student in front of everyone. He wants to use his strength to prove his ability. No


    need for that title, but in front of Silvia, it always seems to be a little bit slower.


    But this time, Silvia recovered the experimental data that he had destroyed again. This waspletely


    based on his own strength. He had a great sense of aplishment and satisfaction.


    None can be bought.


    Stretching his wrists, he said with great satisfaction, “Professor Reyes, the experimental data has been


    recovered; now you don’t have to worry; the experiment can continue.”


    “Leo, you’re so capable!” Professor Reyes spoke incoherently, with one hand on his shoulder. He was


    so happy that he didn’t know what to say. “Thisboratory would be lost without you! Now that Silvia is


    gone, from now on, you will take her ce, and you will be responsible for the project!”


    “Okay!” Leo agreed. Now that he has all the experimental data and previous sessful experiences,


    he believes that all of them will be sessful soon.


    Mrs. Moran rested at home for a day. She was so busy these days that she didn’t even have time to


    y bingo or treat herself to a spa day. After two days of rest, she decided to visit Miller’s house.


    Last time Drake’s genius doctor told her not to go out to eat indiscriminately but to take the


    medicine at home ording to the prescription, and she had to go and see that girl.


    Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Miller’s house, he felt quite different, as if he had entered the


    wrong ce.


    She hurriedly took a few steps back, looked back at the door, and confirmed that she had gone


    right way, but the yard was empty. Where were the flowers and nts that were piled up in the


    past?


    Walking into the room suspiciously, it was even more empty. Except for the furniture and appliances, all


    the nts in the room, including the cactus on the window sill, were gone.


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    “Have they been stolen?” Seeing la busy greeting the servants, not knowing what to say, and


    looking very busy, the first reaction that came to Mrs. Moran’s mind was that was the case.


    But what thieves would steal just nts and not anything else?


    “ia, has the house been burrized? Why are those flowers and nts gone?” Mrs. Moran.


    asked.


    After ia finished talking to the servant, she turned to look at her and said, “No, Aunt Moran. I


    sent the nts away.”


    “Why? The nts purify the air,” Mrs. Moran responded.


    After sitting down with a ss of water, ia sighed and said, “I don’t feel the clean air is helping. I


    have seen you for many years and it doesn’t seem like the nts in your home are refreshing for


    you.”


    Mrs. Moran said nothing as ia continued.


    “Every day I feel groggy, either wanting to sleep or already sleeping. If I wake up, I have all kinds of


    cravings, including uncontroble cravings. The nts weren’t helping,” She sighed, and took a sip


    of water.


    “ia, if you don’t think so, you have a miracle doctor who can treat your illness. By the way, have you


    taken your medicine on time today?” She inquired, her voice trembling.


    ia nced at her and avoided answering the question. Instead, she asked, “Aunt Moran, do you


    really think that my disease, my body, can be cured?”


    Startled by the question, Mrs. Moran quickly said, “Of course! The doctor said so, don’t think too much;


    just be obedient and take your medicine.”


    She then sat down on the sofa, feeling a little ufortable.


    Mrs. Moran grabbed a pillow casually and hugged her in her arms, feeling that the room was a bit chilly.


    Even ia’s eyes looking at her were chilly. Why was it so strange?


    “ia, did you drink today’s medicine?” she asked again.


    When she didn’t get a response, she turned to ask the servant, but ia said, “Aunt Moran, does it


    matter if I drink medicine or not? The genius doctor said I was poisoned. The medicine would not help


    me. What I really want to know is how did I get poisoned? Who poisoned me? If I don’t find out, I’ll


    more than likely be poisoned again. For so many years, this person has been able to poison me


    unconsciously. It must be someone close to me, someone I know well. If I don’t find out who this


    person is, it doesn’t make any difference whether I drink medicine or not.” She held the water


    ss, stared straight at Mrs. Moran, and said each word slowly.


    To be honest, she didn’t quite believe that Aunt Moran did it either.


    Among other things, for so many years, she had worked so hard to find a doctor for herself, running


    back and forth, but she refused to see it, and he insisted on persuading her to see a


    doctor.


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    Even if she wanted to curry favor with her father, wouldn’t it be pointless if she was the one who


    poisoned her? Or, if she was so confident, the doctor wouldn’t be able to find out what she poisoned?


    So what about the genius doctor who is invited now? Why bother?


    She couldn’t figure it out, so she asked tentatively, wanting to see her reaction.


    After hearing her words, Mrs. Moran also agreed, “That’s right! This person must be found! Your


    servants must investigate carefully, and you also should tell your father about this matter and ask him


    to send someone to investigate carefully!”


    She was filled with righteous indignation; she looked really angry, not like she was pretending; and


    she also agreed with her n to arrest the poisoner, without any panic or worry.


    Of course, she also didn’t want Aunt Moran to be the one who poisoned him. After all these years,


    apart from her father, Uncle Moran and Aunt Moran were the closest family members.


    It didn’t feel like Aunt Moran was the culprit; ia is a little relieved despite being puzzled.