NovelEnglishChapter 177 It seemed Holbrook had been poisoned for quite stime; by now, the toxins had seeped deep into his organs. The only option left was to use traditional medicine-acupuncture.
Citrine pulled out her set of needles from her bag and laid them out on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, she took one and pressed it into Holbrook's scalp, swiftly following with a second, and then a third...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Citrine continued, the scene grew increasingly surreal-soon, Holbrook looked as if he'd been turned into a human pincushion. The members of the Iverson family watched in horror, unable to stifle their collective gasp. "Dad, are you really going to let her do this?" Clifford muttered through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at Citrine. "What if she makes things worse for Grandpa? Who's going to take responsibility then?" Still smarting from the slap he'd received earlier, Clifford's jaw was set tight, his voice trembling with frustration. "Think about it—she's never shown any interest in medicine. If she knew anything about this, we'd have heard about it by now!" Sawyer's expression darkened as Clifford finished. He hesitated, uncertain, when Aline chimed in, "He's right, Sawyer. Citrine is still just a college student. What if she makes a mistake? Who's going to answer for it if something happens to your father?" Aline's eyes flashed with calculation, but her tone was gentle-anyone looking on would think she was the perfect daughter-in-law, only concerned for her father-in-law's well-being. "Citrine, if you really care about your grandfather, why not just givethe recipe for the herbal medicine you brewed for him before? Lettake care of it." She watched Citrine expectantly, the picture of patience and concern.
Citrine couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Aline was exactly the sas she'd been in her previous life-always scheming, always calculating, always thinking several steps ahead.
But Holbrook's problem wasn't a relapse of his old illness. He'd been poisoned- badly. The toxins had already reached his vital organs. Even if she managed to pull him back from the brink, he wouldn't have long to live.
The so-called "remedy" was useless.
If she handed it over to Aline and Holbrook died anyway, wouldn't all the blfall on her? Did they really think she was that naïve? Citrine stayed silent, unmoved. Aline pressed on, "Well? What do you say?" "Not a chance." Citrine replied flatly, her voice laced with sarcasm. It was almost comical how desperate Aline was to get her hands on that recipe-as if Citrine didn't see right through her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe continued, "First of all, I don't care about that old man. Second, why should I give you my recipe?" Her bluntness made Sawyer's face darken. "Citrine, your aunt is just worried about your grandfather. Besides, you've never studied medicine-maybe it's best if you don't meddle." He was about to say more, but Citrine cut him off, her patience worn thin. "Enough. If you don't trust me, then I'm done here." Without another word, she calmly pulled her precious needles out of Holbrook's scalp and packed them away. Rising from the bed, she turned to Patten and said coolly, "Let's go." "What a bunch of idiots," Patten muttered under his breath, shooting the family a contemptuous look as he followed Citrine out.
Sawyer, realizing they were leaving, hurried after them. "Dean Reed, wait!" Patten didn't slow down, his tone icy. "Don't worry. The shares will be returned to you." With that, Citrine and Patten climbed into the car and drove off.
Once they were on the road, Patten couldn't hold back any longer m Kany "Chairwomany are you really giving up that fifty percent stake?"
Citrine leaned back, eyes half-closed as she gazed out the window "of course not," she said with quiet resolve. The Iverson Group will be mine." Patten, still baffled by her strategy, scratched his head. "So...should we go back?"
Citrine twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her voice bored. "Whym bother? Am I supposed to beg them to lettreat Holbrook?" Her tone grew even colder. "They're not even worth my time." "Of course not." Seeing how calm she was, Patten finally relaxed. He was beginning to understand her game.
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