CHAPTER 492: BITTEN BY A SNAKE

Before the brain could even register it, her body’s instincts had already responded—

She forcefully flung off the "rope" that was crawling along her arm, but it didn’t come off. The next second, she only felt a numbness on her wrist, followed by a sharp, piercing pain. A bright green thing swiftly slid off her wrist and darted under her bed like lightning.

"Ahhhhh!"

She finally screamed out in terror, collapsing onto the floor with her legs weak. Elena heard her screams and immediately opened the door of the room next door, rushing over.

"Daisy!"

Seeing Daisy kneeling on the floor, she tried to help her up, only to hear Daisy, pale-faced, gasping: "Snake... there’s a snake in the room..."

Upon hearing this, Elena’s legs also gave way. She used all her strength to drag Daisy to the door, quickly shut it, and squatted down to check on the shivering Daisy.

Daisy was truly terrified, her face streaked with tears, utterly devoid of color. She clutched her wrist, shaking like a leaf, stammering through tears: "Elena, I got bitten by a snake, quickly call... the medical team, I got bitten by a snake..."

Elena saw on her pale wrist two small, fresh red puncture marks, with blood continuously seeping out, staining Daisy’s palm red.

Elena’s phone was still in the room; she hadn’t brought it out. Afraid to go back inside, she rushed to the room next door, banging on the door, shouting to borrow a phone.

The person next door was also an actor from the same crew. Hearing the banging, they immediately opened the door, saw Elena crying and asking to borrow a phone, and promptly called for an assistant to bring it over.

This commotion quickly reached the director. Upon hearing that someone in the crew had discovered a snake in the room and had been bitten, they all rushed over.

This was a remote and desolate place, it would take a full four hours to drive out, and it was late at night. The road was full of steep slopes, and with a single misstep, one could fall off a cliff; there was no way to get out.

If it truly was a venomous snake bite, it would be impossible to rescue in time.

*

Meanwhile.

In Robert Stephens’ bedroom.

Edward Stephens handed the printed report to the butler, ready to leave.

"Edward."

Behind him, the man’s gentle voice slowly came.

Edward paused, turning his head slightly to glance at the man sitting in the wheelchair.

The more time passed, the more he felt that this man was something that shouldn’t exist in this world. Skin so white it was almost translucent, with every blood vessel clearly visible. He even suspected that if he looked closely, he could see the blood flow in the blue veins.

Time seemed to have halted on this man’s body—he was no different from four years ago—and four years ago, he was just the same as before.

Like an ageless, undying monster.

"George misses you a lot." Robert Stephens said gently, "Find some time to spend a day with him."

Edward stood there quietly, his tone unchanged, indifferent and distant: "He’s your creation. Isn’t it your job to raise him?"

"Edward." Robert’s eyes darkened, he warned, "He is your son after all. Even if I raise him for you, I can’t truly replace your role."

Edward chuckled, turning his head to look at him, with a hint of slight mockery in his expression.

"I just find him disgusting."