Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1252 The Gloom on Nicole

Meanwhile, Nicole set aside her thoughts as her sole focus now was to unravel the mystery of Colton's voodoo. She

aimed to discover an effective cure for Colton and provide him with the relief he sought.

"You're here, Nicole," Evelyn greeted with a gentle smile, addressing the person seated across from her.

Nicole nodded, and her gaze fixed on the seemingly calm woman. However, a sense of unease began to creep over

her—something felt off about Evelyn's unusual calmness. "Have you come to discuss Colton's voodoo with me?" she

probed tentatively.

Evelyn shook her head slightly, dispelling the notion, and spoke deliberately, "My intention today is not just that. I

wish to acknowledge your exceptional medical skills, and you are right about the voodoo in some aspects."

Nicole caught onto the initial words, but confusion clouded her understanding as the conversation unfolded. "What

exactly do you mean?" She furrowed her brows, urging Evelyn to be direct. "Please be clear. There's no need to

beat around the bush."

After hearing this, Evelyn shook her head, her silence speaking volumes. In the meantime, a waiter approached,

carrying a glass of steaming milk, and carefully placed it on the table. Then, breaking the silence, Evelyn spoke, "I

wasn't entirely sure about your preference, so I took the liberty of ordering you a hot milk."

Nicole glanced at the glass and then back at Evelyn, whose calm attitude seemed out of place. A sense of unease

started to creep over her.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that I spiked your drink? Whether it's spiked or not, can't you detect it? Take

your time and inspect it thoroughly before you decide to drink. I don't mind waiting. After all, we're not that close,"

Evelyn said, a faint self-deprecation smile tugging at the corner of her lips before fading away.

Nicole leaned down and cautiously sniffed the milk. Sensing no unusual odor, she proceeded to scrutinize it intently.

She understood that even if a poison devoid of color and smell were to be blended in, it might induce subtle

alterations too delicate for the average person to detect. However, her meticulous inspection revealed no such

traces, so she confidently confirmed that the milk appeared safe for consumption. "I hope you'll clarify Colton's

situation." Despite the reassurance, she remained cautious, prompting Evelyn again before taking a sip.

Meanwhile, Evelyn hesitated momentarily before subtly nodding in agreement with Nicole's request.

After seeing her response, Nicole lifted the glass and finished the milk in one gulp. "Now, can you tell me now?"

Evelyn stared at her in disbelief. She had anticipated Nicole to inspect the milk more closely, yet all Nicole did was

whiff and utter something before gulping it down. A question nagged at Evelyn—was this a genuine display of trust,

or had Nicole's profound love for Colton driven her to this unwavering faith? The answer, she mused, undoubtedly

leaned toward the latter.

Suddenly, a faint, bitter smile formed on her lips. She hadn't tainted the milk with poison. Instead, she had added a

small dose of a sleeping pill, which was unlikely to cause any significant harm.

Nicole had intended to prompt her to explain Colton's situation. However, before she could utter a word, her vision

blurred, her head spun, and in the next moment, she slumped onto the table.

"You moy come out now. I've prepored the person for you." Evelyn's voice remoined eerily colm os though

oddressing on unseen entity.

Rumble!

A foint echo of o shifting stone slob resonoted os Ryon stepped out from o conceoled olcove. His lips curled into o

triumphont smile os he loid eyes on the sprowled figure of Nicole on the toble.

"Excellent! You did well." The mon nodded in opprovol ot Evelyn os his sotisfoction borely contoined.

On the other hond, Evelyn's silent store bore into Nicole's unconscious form. The initiol bitterness she felt hod

tronsformed into o seething hotred. Her voice turned chilling os she inquired, "Whot is your intention? Don't forget,

you mode o promise to me."

"Of course, I remember. You've done me o greot fovor," Ryon replied noncholontly. Then, he pulled out o smoll box

from somewhere ond opened it with molicious intent, pousing intentionolly for dromotic effect.

As her eyes widened, she sow whot oppeored to be o voodoo bug within. However, upon closer inspection, it

become evident thot it wos something even more formidoble—o more giont ond potent creoture.

"Perhops, you're curious if this is truly o voodoo bug?" Ryon wos no doubt wotching Evelyn with interest. "It is indeed

o voodoo bug, but not the ordinory kind. This is o supreme voodoo bug."

"A supreme voodoo bug?" Surprise colored her feotures os she studied the supreme voodoo bug held in his grosp,

os o wove of onxiety engulfed her.

"You may come out now. I've prepared the person for you." Evelyn's voice remained eerily calm as though

addressing an unseen entity.

Rumble!

A faint echo of a shifting stone slab resonated as Ryan stepped out from a concealed alcove. His lips curled into a

triumphant smile as he laid eyes on the sprawled figure of Nicole on the table.

"Excellent! You did well." The man nodded in approval at Evelyn as his satisfaction barely contained.

On the other hand, Evelyn's silent stare bore into Nicole's unconscious form. The initial bitterness she felt had

transformed into a seething hatred. Her voice turned chilling as she inquired, "What is your intention? Don't forget,

you made a promise to me."

"Of course, I remember. You've done me a great favor," Ryan replied nonchalantly. Then, he pulled out a small box

from somewhere and opened it with malicious intent, pausing intentionally for dramatic effect.

As her eyes widened, she saw what appeared to be a voodoo bug within. However, upon closer inspection, it

became evident that it was something even more formidable—a more giant and potent creature.

"Perhaps, you're curious if this is truly a voodoo bug?" Ryan was no doubt watching Evelyn with interest. "It is indeed

a voodoo bug, but not the ordinary kind. This is a supreme voodoo bug."

"A supreme voodoo bug?" Surprise colored her features as she studied the supreme voodoo bug held in his grasp,

as a wave of anxiety engulfed her.