Seated in a hospital corridor, Katelyn stared out the window at the streaming sunlight, her thoughts heavy with concern.

Katelyn sent a message, saying, “Monitor Sophia and Brendan closely. Alert me at once if anything out of the ordinary occurs.”

The stakes were now higher than ever. They needed to be careful with every step they took.

Vincent responded shortly, “Okay, stay safe.”

As they communicated, Mona, still in agony, reached her limit of tolerance. With a voice breaking from desperation, she begged, “Mr. Adams, you must believe me! Please, I need the antidote!”

Vincent glanced at her briefly before rising. His eyes were cold as he retorted, “Did I promise you an antidote? Did you think you could attack my assistant and get away with it?”

Vincent appeared as though he were a devil from the depths of hell, poised to take a soul.

Mona shook with disbelief as she stared at Vincent. “How… how could you do this?” she roared.

Vincent disregarded Mona and walked purposefully toward the door, determined to retrieve Katelyn.

However, Mona called out behind him, “Vincent, there’s more I can reveal! Guarantee me the antidote, and I’ll tell you everything.” At her words, Vincent stopped.

Vincent turned to Mona, his voice icy. “You really think I’d believe you?” He had only brought Mona back today to uncover the mastermind behind the chaos. To him, nothing else mattered. Regardless of these people’s schemes, Vincent had complete confidence in his ability to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Mona’s laugh was bitter as her eyes sparkled mockingly. “Oh, really? You don’t care, even if Katelyn is involved?”

Suddenly, Vincent was right in front of her, his grip on her jaw firm as his voice grew threatening. “Don’t push me. Or you will regret it.” Despite the fear shaking her, Mona’s smile became more chilling. “Then kill me now, but know this affects Katelyn greatly.”

Mona’s eyes held a look of defiance as she looked at Vincent, filled with resistance, even as she struggled for breath.

Before her action, Mona had learned something crucial—Vincent’s deep love for Katelyn had led him to reject a strategic marriage to the princess. Given his deep affection for Katelyn, why not take advantage of it?

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Vincent stood, his gaze on Mona cold and detached. He retrieved an antidote Katelyn had given him and threw it at Mona’s feet. “Here’s the antidote. But remember, I can make your life miserable a second time. Consider your next move carefully.” Without another word, he stepped aside and waited silently.

Seeing the pill on the ground, hope flashed in Mona’s eyes as she scrambled towards it. With her hands and feet tied, Mona was left to pick up the pill with her mouth. She paid no attention to her humiliating situation. The pain she endured was simply too much. Once she ingested the pill, the intense pain and itching began to fade away slowly. For her, as long as there was relief, that was all that mattered.

Mona rested against the wall, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Vincent’s tone was cold as he said, “If you choose not to speak, have another pill right here. Perhaps you’d like to try it?”

Upon seeing the pill in his hand, Mona trembled uncontrollably and quickly said, “No, please! I’ll tell you everything.”

Seeing Vincent’s patience visibly running thin, she inhaled sharply, knowing she couldn’t delay any longer. “Brendan has dug into everything about Katelyn, including her search for her biological parents.”

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