Chapter 572
“No dice yet.”
Gregory was all calm and collected, “I’ve sent someone to dig into it. Should have something by tonight.”
When I got back to Elmwood Villas, I bumped into Mr. Abdul, who had come over to do acupuncture for
Ramona.
Before I could even say hi, I saw Zoe running out, looking all panicky,
“Ramona’s fainted.”
I rushed to the room, collapsing next to Ramona, noticing her lips turning blue, tears instantly falling, “Ramona!”
Gregory followed swiftly, realizi Ramona,”
couldn’t comfort me, he simply said, “Jane, let Mr. Abdul check on
I calmed down a bit, making room for Mr. Abdul.
At moments like this, I hated not being a doctor; feeling utterly helpless.
Especially since Ramona had collapsed, I feared she might’ve hit her head. If I accidentally moved her wrong, who knows what danger I could cause.
Seeing me just kneeling there, Gregory couldn’t stand it, “Zoe, grab a cushion for me.”
Zoe hurriedly brought one over.
“Ramona is important, but so is the little life inside you. If you have to kneel, do it on this cushion.”
Hearing Gregory’s words, my hand instinctively went to my belly.
Ramona was over the moon when she found out I was pregnant; I couldn’t risk anything happening to the baby.
So, I followed Gregory’s gesture and sat on the cushion.
Gregory finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Abdul, “Mr. Abdul, what’s going on? I thought we had the toxins under control?”
Mr. Abdul checked her over, “Let’s move the lady to the bed first.”
Since moving her was an option, Gregory carefully lifted Ramona onto the bed.
“Sit here by the bed, and just wait.”
Gregory made me sit down, his tone serious, “You need to take care of yourself too if you’re worried about Ramona,”
I nodded repeatedly, “I know. I don’t want Ramona waking up to find me in trouble, worrying about me too.”
“Boss.” Lucius stood at the door, calling out to Gregory with no further words, not stepping in.
Gregory patted my face, “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I reassured him, “I’ll be right here, waiting for you and for Ramona to wake.”
That’s when Gregory felt at ease to leave with Lucius.
“Spill it.”
Lucius lowered his voice. “Mark’s definitely the mastermind.”
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Gregory wasn’t surprised; he never liked Mark
Anyone who laid eyes on his wife was no good in his books.
But he glanced at his watch, not skimping on praise, “Your efficiency has indeed improved”
“Old sayings do hold truth.”
Lucius wasn’t expecting any compliments.
“The simpler the mind, the stronger the limbs.”
Lucius felt numb
After all these years, it was the same.
He cut straight to the point, “It’s not that I was quick, it’s Mark. He practically threw the evidence at us”
What else could it be?
Gregory’s temper flared up.
His wife was indeed a catch, but that didn’t give Mark any right to covet.
“Find out every place he frequents, see where he’s hiding the antidote.”
Lucius, puzzled, “Why not just drag him to the basement and interrogate him? We’d have everything by tomorrow morning.”
Gregory stared at him in silence.
Lucius felt the stare, a chill running from the top of his head down to his heels, his back sweating cold.
“Did… Did I say something wrong?”
Gregory, hands in pockets, leaned lazily against the wall speaking at a leisurely pace, “I guess I’ve really put you in a tough spot.”
Lucius was confused. Sensing he was in for it, Lucius quickly said, “I’ll get on it right now.”
“Hold up.”
Lucius reluctantly turned back. “Anything else you need, boss?”
“Not really.”
Gregory straightened up, patting Lucius on the bicep.
“Maybe ease up on the muscle training; could do your bain some good.”
Lucius sighed internally.
Gregory was always unpredictable, and guessing even a bit of his intentions was a win.
But sitting in his car, Lucius had an epiphany.
Was this the tempering effect of fatherhood making Gregory’s methods a tad gentler?
