Chapter 263 Poisoned by Blood

    Chapter 263 Poisoned by Blood

    A flicker of panic shed through Madam Aubrey’s eyes, but she kept her gaze fixed on the snake near her feet, repeating stubbornly, “I told you-I don’t know anything! How dare you use me? I’m his mother. Why would I poison my own son?”

    Samson paced in distress, unable to contain his desperation. “Ma’am, Lucas is in critical condition at the hospital-he might not make it! If you know anything, you’d better speak up before it’s toote!”

    Even now, he could hardly believe it. Poisoning? From Lucas’s own mother?

    Sloane had no time for denial or pretense. She gave Snowball a quiet signal to continue its search and strode forward.

    Without warning, she grabbed Madam Aubrey’s arm and plunged a silver needle swiftly into a key acupoint.

    A sudden jolt of pain surged through the older woman’s arm. Her muscles spasmed, and she cried out, her face going ghostly pale as cold sweat broke across her forehead. “Ahh!” she gasped. “What did you do to me?!”

    Sloane stared down at her, voice like ice. “This needle targets your pain receptors. If you don’t want this to get worse, you’d better tell me what poison Lucas was given-and where the antidote is.”

    Madam Aubrey trembled, her whole body wracked with pain, but she still grit her teeth and snarled, “I… I don’t know! You can torture me all you want-I won’t talk!”

    Sloane’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, she pressed the needle in deeper.

    Madam Aubrey copsed to the floor, her legs giving out from the pain. Her face was ashen, and blood now seeped from her bitten lips.

    Samson watched, torn by pity, but he knew there was no room for mercy. Not now.

    He stepped forward and tried reasoning with her, voice low. “Why are you doing this? He’s your son. Are you really willing to let him die like this?”

    Madam Aubrey could barely speak from the pain, but she still red at Sloane, her eyes full of hate. “You’ll get nothing from me! I’m his mother-you can’t do anything to me!”

    Sloane clenched her jaw, frustration tightening in her chest. Time was running out. Lucas couldn’t afford any more dys.

    She gave Madam Aubrey a final, cold stare. “You’d better pray he makes it out alive. Because if he doesn’t- I’ll make sure you don’t, either”

    With that, she yanked the needle/out, scooped up the scrap of fabric Snowball had led her to, and turned to Samson. “We’re leaving.”

    Samson gave onest nce toward the crumpled figure on the floor and followed Sloane out.

    Behind them, Madam Aubreyy trembling in pain. But a twisted smile crept across her lips. “What can you do to me? I’m his mother…”

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    Outside, Sloane moved fast. “Have someone keep eyes on Madam Aubrey-she’s not to leave the vi under any circumstances. And dig into her recent contacts. Especially anyone who might have given her poison.”

    Samson nodded. “On it.”

    But then he hesitated, unable to stop himself from asking, “You really think she did it?”

    If that were true… then what kind of despair must Lucas have felt?

    Sloane’s chest tightened painfully. The image of Lucas lying on that hospital bed shed in her mind. Her voice was low, but firm. “I’m certain. He was poisoned in that room.”

    12:08 Wed, 10 Sept.