Chapter 279


    Suddenly, Arabe added, "Look, I''m even your sister-inw now. What a fate."


    Meanwhile, Arabe said in her heart, "In fact, we have quite an embarrassing rtionship. After all,


    Mr. Lucero and Tyrone are half-brothers. Besides, Mr. Lucero is a jealous man, often inexplicably


    suspecting me and Tyrone."


    The faint smile on Tyrone''s face quickly faded. He took his coat, turned around, and left.


    Arabe was stunned for a moment.


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    She thought, "Well, Mr. Lucero and his brother both have a strange temper, but it''s good that he took


    the initiative to leave. Although Tyrone helped me, my rtionship with him is really awkward.


    Therefore, I''d better keep some distance from him to prevent Mr. Lucero from getting angry again."


    ...


    It was gettingte, and there was no one outside. Arabe locked the door of the pharmacy for fear of


    someoneing in. Then she took out a test tube and pushed the slender needle into a vein in her


    arm.


    A bright red drop of Mand flower venom was slowly pushed into her veins.


    While doing so, she thought, "Mr. Lucero''s illness can no longer be dyed. I know that Mr. Lucero


    minds his illness very much. He is afraid of getting sick, and even more afraid of hurting me when he


    does.


    That''s why Grandma said he really wanted to hold me tightly in his hands, but he was afraid of hurting


    me."


    Arabe put down the needle, and now there was only silence in her ears. She could distinctly feel that


    the drop of Mand''s venom was rapidly spreading through her whole body.


    Soon, she felt like countless small ants were crawling all over her veins, devouring and gnawing at her,


    giving her piercing pain.


    Arabe''s forehead was in a cold sweat of pain. She took out a silver needle and stabbed it into an


    acupoint, and then the drop of Mand flower venom was slowly expelled from her fingertip.


    At that moment, a sound reached her ears as someone came.


    Arabe was startled. "Who''s there?"


    "It''s me."


    It was Tyrone''s voice.


    Arabe had not expected his return.


    She tried to rise, but at that moment, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly burst through her eardrums,


    and her delicate body fell straight to the ground.


    She covered her ears with her hands and curled up in pain.


    Standing outside the door, Tyrone had already heard the strange noise inside. He was already very


    suspicious, for Arabe had locked the door. "Arabe, what are you doing inside? Open the door


    quickly, or I''ll kick it open."


    Tyrone raised his foot and kicked the door open.


    Then he saw Arabe on the ground, her forehead covered with a cold sweat.


    "What happened to you?" Tyrone quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee. He took Arabe''s


    small hand and sniffed her bleeding fingertip. "The venom of the Mand flower? Where did you get


    the Mand flower? Why did you extract its venom? Arabe, do you know how dangerous it is?"


    Arabe''s eyes cked out, and she said weakly, "I''m fine..."


    Tyrone took a sharp knife and made a small "cross" cut on her fingertip. Then he pressed her acupoints


    to help her elerate the detoxification.


    When thest drop of venom had been expelled, Arabe closed her eyes and fell straight to the


    ground.


    "Arabe!"


    Tyrone reached out quickly, and Arabe fell softly into his arms.