Once enough had been collected, the venomous snake was tossed back into the cage, and the lid was closed.
Turning around, he saw Leila looking intently and said, "Do you want to try?"
"Yes." Leila’s little face still carried fear, but her expression was resolute.
Raina raised an eyebrow and threw a pair of gloves to Leila, "Here, put them on and try."
Leila received the gloves and put them on, her eyes staring straight at the frenzied snake, swallowing instinctively. Read full story at novel⸺fire.net
The fear in her eyes was undeniable, yet her hand was steady as she opened the cage.
Raina was truly surprised by this.
Usually, girls are afraid of cold-blooded creatures like snakes, especially this twenty-year-old venomous snake, yet Leila dared to take action.
It seemed Master Foster placed his granddaughter by her side not just for selfish reasons but because Leila was indeed extraordinary.
Leila suddenly screamed, mustering all her courage to grab the snake.
Earlier, she saw how easily Raina caught it, never expecting that when it was her turn, she’d be surprised by the snake’s immense strength, causing her to carelessly let it break free.
The snake, already agitated from having its venom extracted, and inherently vengeful, struck at Leila without hesitation.
Leila screamed in fright.
Just as she thought she would perish at the snake’s fangs today, Raina darted forward.
She grabbed the snake’s tail, and as it turned to bite her, she swiftly reached out, grabbed it at its vital spot, and then shoved it into the box, closing it securely.
Leila instantly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Raina looking at her, she smiled awkwardly, "Raina, sorry for embarrassing myself."
"No problem, take your time, the first time I caught a snake I wasn’t as good as you," Raina reassured Leila a few times, took the snake’s venom, and entered the lab.
Her gaze fell on the array of medicines on the operation table, and her eyes turned resolute.
She was determined to save Baby!
Main residence, second-floor study.
Vincent Hawthorne was dressed casually, standing behind the wide desk, with his sleeves rolled up, writing fluidly.
The study was very quiet, and this quietness made the atmosphere more oppressive and heavy.
A middle-aged man stood nervously in the center of the study, his face fraught with anxiety.
After a while, Vincent set down the brush in his hand and gestured, "Come over, see how my writing is?"
"Good. Good writing." The middle-aged man praised repeatedly.
Vincent’s face darkened instantly, speaking coldly, "It seems I’ve been neglecting matters for too long. Even you dare not take me seriously!"
"No, I wouldn’t dare." The middle-aged man instantly broke out in a cold sweat, "Even if I had the bravery of a leopard, I wouldn’t dare not take you seriously!"
"If you had any regard for me, you wouldn’t have made me appeal to you repeatedly before you came."
"I... I really had urgent matters that I couldn’t leave, otherwise I wouldn’t dare."
"It seems your herbal business has been quite busy lately."
"Just trivial matters, chaotic and endless when busy."
"Since you’re so overwhelmed, maybe you should close the herbal business and retire peacefully."
The middle-aged man was suddenly anxious, hurriedly pleading, "No, you mustn’t, it’s a family legacy, if you take it from me, I’d have no face in front of my ancestors! Mr. Hawthorne, please be lenient!"