Chapter 98


    “Xan, why are you here?”


    Ethan’s voice came from behind, and Xanthea pocketed her phone, her eyes lighting up when she saw


    him in hisb coat. “Just getting some fresh air. By the way, Ethan, how did your experiment go today?


    Can you show me around?”


    “Are you interested?”


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    “A bit!”


    “Alright.” Ethan affectionately ruffled her hair. “Let’s go, I’ll take you there now.”


    In the evening, Xanthea was curled up on the living room couch watching TV when Matthew walked in


    with an exquisite gift box “Xan, the apple turnovers are here! I heard you were craving them, so mom


    went straight to the market to get the ingredients and made them as soon as she could.”


    “She’s so kind!” Xanthea chuckled, picking up a piece and biting into it, “Mmm, just as delicious as


    always!”


    Matthew watched her nibble on the apple tumovers, her cheeks puffing up like a greedy little squirrel in


    the forest–utterly adorable.


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    “When you marry me, I’ll have mom make them for you every day.”


    Xanthea paused mid–bite, the sweetness in her mouth somehow diminishing


    She picked up another piece, tapping it lightly with her fingernail.


    Matthew stared, mesmerized by her graceful movements, and his body instinctively drawing closer.


    “Xan.”


    Just as he was about to grab her hand, Xanthea picked up two pastries. “I just remembered my sister


    loves these too. Matt, why don’t you take these to her?”


    “Oh, okay, sure.


    Matthew camed the apple turnovers away


    Endurance, just a few more months of enduranc


    and Xan wouldpletely be his, then he can do whatever he wanted.


    Xanthea watched his retreating figure, a slight smile curling at the corners of her mouth.


    Sister, is making your dearest person personally dash your dreams considered a form of retribution?


    “It


    itches! Why is it so itchy?!”


    “Blood, there’s blood on my face, help.”


    In the dead of night, a piercing scream echoed through the Nightshade family’s detached vi. The


    lights quickly came on, and Christopher, Susanna, and several servants rushed to Miranda’s room, only


    to be startled by her disheveled appearance, her face smeared with traces of blood.


    “Miranda, what happened to you?”


    “Why have you suddenly be like this?”


    Miranda scratched her face uncontrobly while speaking incoherently, “I don’t know, my face and body


    suddenly started itching and hurting, and now even talking hurts my throat. Mom, Dad, please help


    me.”


    Ethan rushed into the room and upon seeing Miranda’s swollen body and dted pupils with faint traces


    of foarn at her mouth, he quickly pulled Susanna back from trying to help her up.


    “Don’t touch her, she might be having a severe allergic reaction or poisoning. Call 911!”


    At Lonson Hospital.


    “The patient is still in critical condition. There’s widespread sudden edema and rashes all over her


    body, and some organ functions have been damaged to varying extents. It’s likely chemical poisoning,


    this is the toxic substance extracted from her blood. We’ll need to wait for theb results to know the


    specifics. Prepare for her to be in the hospital for at least three months.”


    The doctor handed the medical report to Christopher, who took it, murmuring in confusion, “Miranda’s


    diet and daily routine have always been with us, she hasn’t been sick or taken any medicationtely.


    How could she suddenly be poisoned?”