"This is an herb from the Mirelands, unknown to most. I call it the Gu. Once added to a brew, it will make the user’s heartbeat strong but damage the heart at the same time, making it hard to detect. By the time Raina’s scalpel cuts open the old man’s chest, the already failing heart will likely stop immediately. I truly hope that after this, Raina will still be able to pick up the scalpel."
Listening to Morgan’s words, Claire North couldn’t help but get excited, as if she could already foresee Raina’s disgraceful downfall.
"The question is, who will do this?"
"Of course, it’s you." Morgan glanced at Claire: "You’re Old Master North’s direct granddaughter, it’s the easiest thing for you to do."
"But, if I really do it, I’m afraid I’ll be haunted by nightmares."
A mockery flashed in Morgan’s eyes: "Claire, you wish that old man dead, and you’re afraid of nightmares? Besides, with me by your side every night, nightmares won’t have a chance to haunt you, it’ll be me haunting you."
Claire didn’t say anything.
"Since you don’t want to do it, forget it. Whether the old man lives or dies doesn’t affect me anyway. As for you, being tormented by Raina so many times, you should be used to it."
As he spoke, he was about to put away the herb.
"Who said I wouldn’t do it, I will!" Claire snatched the herb from Morgan’s hand: "I must make sure Raina has no way to climb back up. When the time comes, a thousand cuts won’t even begin to satisfy my vengeance!"
"Since this is Claire’s wish, rest assured, I will help you achieve it." Morgan’s hand wandered over Claire’s body: "But that’s for later, tonight, let’s enjoy ourselves first."
Saying this, he tore Claire’s clothes open.
Claire’s body stiffened but in the end, she didn’t refuse.
Her eyes reflected immense hatred, Raina, just wait, one day I’ll make you pay back a thousandfold for everything I’ve endured!
Claire put on her clothes, covering the bruises on her body, and drove to the hospital.
When she arrived, the old man was still asleep, Auntie Warren was tending by his side, and she masked the strange look in her eyes, sitting by the bed for a moment before turning to leave the room, heading to the lounge.
As she opened the door, the tension between Gideon North and Brenda Adler was palpable.
Claire was a bit surprised: "Mom and Dad, what’s going on with you two?"
Gideon furrowed his brow: "It’s reasonable, Brenda, after all, Dad’s safety is more important."
"When did I ever disregard his safety? He’s clearly making things difficult for me on purpose!"
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Brenda, unable to bear it, said: "Today, that Raina came to the hospital to visit your grandfather and discuss the upcoming surgery. Who knew the old man would force Raina to vow not to personally perform the surgery on him unless I kneel down and apologize to Raina! Ridiculous! It’s utterly ridiculous!"
Gideon tightened his brow: "But this time it really was your fault, if it weren’t for all the commotion you caused, the old man wouldn’t have been angry, wouldn’t have had a heart attack again, and Raina wouldn’t need to operate on him."
"So, it’s all my fault? It’s all my wrongdoing? Gideon North, how can you say such things, is Claire not your daughter in your heart? Or is it that as a father, you can just watch as the old man marries Claire off to whoever?"
"No, I didn’t mean that."
"Since you didn’t mean that, then how can you expect me to bow down and admit my mistake to Raina!"