Chapter 390 The Blade is Poisoned

Chapter 390 The Blade is Poisoned

Tamsin didn't deny it. "The witchcraft toxin in your body isn't strong. It can indeed be removed this way, and I heard from my mom that someone successfully removed it using this method before!"

Harriet nodded. "Then give me this new witchcraft. As long as it works, I'll keep my word. Not only will I let you go, but I'll also give you money to secure your future. Consider it repayment for saving Tristan's life back then."

Tamsin let out a cold laugh. "Harriet, after all the suffering I've been through, who said you could make up for it with a little money?"

"Then what do you want? Feel free to tell me."

"What I want is to make sure you never get what you want!" Tamsin gripped the lighter. "The only reason I agreed to help you research this witchcraft was to see what you were really up to. Now I know, and you'll never get your wish! Besides me, probably no one else in this world can develop this kind of witchcraft for you. I wanted to give you hope, then destroy it with my own hands and let you taste what despair feels like!"

"Tamsin, don't do anything rash!" A bodyguard nearby said anxiously. "Hand over the witchcraft. We can talk about anything. Mr. Lancaster will meet any condition you have!"

"Don't you dare mention him to me!" Tamsin's eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment and grievance. "If he had even the slightest bit of pity for me, he wouldn't have let his people treat me so harshly."

"They didn't violate me, but they made my life a living hell!"

"What did I do wrong for him to treat me like this? Is it wrong to love someone? Doesn't Harriet love him too? Why does Harriet get to be treated like a princess while I have to suffer all this pain!"

"Tamsin, even at this point, you still haven't reflected on yourself." Harriet smiled. "You're suffering so much—isn't it because your values are twisted?"

"You wanted to be a homewrecker on purpose, but you failed, which twisted your mind and led you to hurt others and yourself."

"Right now, this is your last chance. Hand over the witchcraft. I'll keep my word and won't make things difficult for you. I can even guarantee you'll live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"You're not without skills. You're good at witchcraft. If you're willing, you could even join this lab and contribute to medical research. I won't treat you unfairly."

"Harriet, I didn't realize you were so good at making empty promises." Tamsin snorted. "Or are you just lying to me to get this witchcraft? Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who's so easy to fool?"

Harriet: "I'm not making empty promises, and I'm not lying to you. Tamsin, I'm warning you—if you keep being stubborn, you'll end up just like Griffin."

"To save your own lives, you wouldn't dare kill Griffin, and you wouldn't dare kill me either." Tamsin said smugly. "While I'm suffering, you two lovebirds won't have it easy either!"

"So what if you love each other? You still can't be together, can you?" Tamsin's eyes were filled with venom. "Harriet, I curse you—you'll never be together for the rest of your lives!"

Tamsin laughed maniacally while lighting the lighter. Ignoring the burning heat, she held the flame directly to the witchcraft in her palm.

The bodyguard tried to stop her, but Harriet held him back. "This witchcraft releases deadly poison when burned. Anyone who touches it will die on the spot. Tamsin must have taken the antidote beforehand."

"But Mrs. Lancaster, this witchcraft was so hard to develop. We can't just let it be destroyed!"

"We can't take that risk." Harriet insisted. "No one goes near her."

The bodyguard could only watch helplessly as the witchcraft burned.

Tamsin laughed triumphantly. "Harriet, you don't need to pretend to be calm. You must be in so much pain right now!"

Harriet smiled. "Tamsin, do you think I really can't see through your little scheme? Or do you think I'd be naive enough not to have any guard up against you?"

Tamsin smiled. "Go ahead, keep talking. I'd love to see how you try to save face."

Harriet walked over and sat down on a nearby sofa. "From the moment you volunteered to see me, I was suspicious. When you offered to help me research witchcraft, I didn't agree right away—not until you knelt down and apologized."

"But Tamsin, your acting wasn't good enough. While you were apologizing, your eyes were full of resentment and scheming. Did you really think I couldn't see it?"

"I was curious what you were planning, so I agreed to your terms. After all, whatever you wanted to do, you were just a clown to me. I was just watching a show."

Tamsin's face turned pale with anger. "Harriet, you really are scheming!"

Harriet shrugged. "You can never be too careful. If even someone like you could scheme against me, I'd be pretty stupid."

"But you still lost." Tamsin said with a smile. "The new witchcraft has been burned. You have no way to remove the witchcraft in your body now."

"Who said I have no way?" Harriet raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you notice that the day after you got here, most of the other people researching witchcraft left? I told you that with you here I didn't need them, and you actually believed it?"

Tamsin frowned. "Where did they go?"

"I prepared another location where they're replicating and researching this new witchcraft following your method. You needed certain poisonous materials, which I provided—I prepared double of everything and had them follow your process exactly. You were right that developing this witchcraft is simple, so they succeeded too."

Tamsin's face went white. "Harriet, you're too scheming! Tristan must be blind to fall in love with you!"

"Right, Tristan shouldn't love me—he should love you instead. Go ahead and keep telling yourself that."

Tamsin trembled with rage. "Harriet, damn you!"

"Whether I deserve to die is up to fate, but you didn't cherish the last chance I gave you, so you're definitely done for." Harriet smiled. "Still, I should thank you for being so clever—it helped me get this new witchcraft smoothly and confirmed that this method works."

"Harriet, I'm going to kill you!" Tamsin tried to lunge forward but was held firmly by the bodyguards.

"Harriet, I curse you!" Tamsin glared with bloodshot eyes, speaking through gritted teeth. "I curse you to fail! You'll never be able to remove the witchcraft from your body! You'll never be able to get close to Tristan for the rest of your life!"

Harriet raised her hand, and the bodyguards quickly dragged the nearly hysterical Tamsin away.

"Mrs. Lancaster, what's wrong?" A nearby bodyguard asked. "Not being schemed against by Tamsin is a good thing. Why do you look unhappy?"

"I genuinely hoped she would repent. After all, she did save Tristan's life." Harriet shook her head helplessly. "It's just a shame she's still so stubborn."

"In that case, Mrs. Lancaster, there's no need to feel bad for someone like her. She chose her own path, so of course she has to face the consequences."

Harriet collected herself. "Have someone bring over the new witchcraft."

"Yes."

The new witchcraft was quickly delivered to the lab.

Although it was replicated following Tamsin's steps, these witchcraft researchers weren't as skilled as Tamsin, so they still needed some time to perfect it.

Harriet didn't pressure them, just told them to continue their research without worry.

In the blink of an eye, Coralie's pregnancy had reached three months.

Mason made the decision to have her move back to the Romanov family villa.

First, it was so the Romanov family could take better care of her, and second, he didn't want Harriet to be too tired.

Harriet didn't mind either way. For Coralie, moving back to the Romanov family villa with Qiana meant Qiana could see Caspian often, which was good for her, so she didn't object.

Caspian was confused about this. "Grandpa, didn't I tell you that Coralie and I agreed she'd have the baby for the Romanov family to raise, and then we'd have nothing to do with each other?"

"That may be true, but she's pregnant now and needs someone to take care of her. You don't expect Harriet to do it, do you? Even if you don't feel bad for Coralie, you should at least feel bad for Harriet, right?"

Only then did Caspian stop arguing. "Fine."

"I can't and don't want to interfere in things between you and Coralie anymore, but since she's carrying your child, the Romanov family has a duty to care for her and make sure she delivers the baby safely." Mason said seriously. "During her pregnancy, you must fulfill your obligations. Tomorrow is her prenatal checkup—you're going with her."

"There's no need for me to go for something so minor, is there? I have to work."

"Didn't you look down on the Romanov Group? Why are you so eager to go to work?" Mason's mouth twitched. "I don't care. For the Romanov family, everyone's safety is more important than making money. Right now, everything comes second to the baby in Coralie's belly. You must go with her."

"I really can't go tomorrow." Caspian said. "I have a very important meeting."

Mason backed down a bit. "Then you drive Coralie to the hospital before your meeting, and after it's over, you go pick her up from the hospital."

Seeing Caspian say nothing, Mason emphasized sternly, "If you won't even do that, I'll go to your meeting myself."

Only then did Caspian nod. "I understand."

Early the next morning, Caspian drove Coralie to the hospital.

Coralie unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at Caspian in the driver's seat. "I can get home by myself later. You don't need to pick me up."

"Grandpa told me to." Caspian said expressionlessly. "If I don't do it, who knows how long he'll nag me. Get out. I'll pick you up when you're done."

Coralie didn't say anything more and opened the car door to get out.

Caspian hit the gas and drove off.

Coralie calmly withdrew her gaze, turned, and entered the hospital.

The meeting didn't last long and ended before ten o'clock.

Assistant Elijah came forward to report. "Mr. Romanov, this morning's work has all been rescheduled for this afternoon. After you pick up Ms. Walker and go home, you can still have lunch at home."

Caspian pressed his throbbing temples. "I know."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"I don't know why, but my right eyelid keeps twitching."

Elijah's heart skipped a beat. "There's a saying from my hometown—left eye twitching means fortune, right eye twitching means disaster."

Caspian's brow furrowed, and he immediately took out his phone to make a call.

"Caspian." Harriet answered quickly. "You're looking for me?"

"Harriet, are you okay?"

"What could be wrong with me?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at home."

"Good, as long as you're fine." Caspian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the gloomy sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. "The weather's bad today. It's about to rain. Stay home and don't go anywhere."

"I know. Why are you acting so strange today?"

"It's nothing." Caspian smiled. "I'm hanging up."

"Okay."

Caspian hung up, stood up, put on his suit jacket, and headed out.

When he was almost at the hospital, Caspian called Coralie.

"I'm almost there. I'll wait for you at the main entrance."

"Okay."

When Caspian parked the car at the hospital entrance, Coralie hadn't come down yet.

He got out of the car, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As he was smoking leisurely, he suddenly noticed a little boy about seven or eight years old squatting not far away.

It was about to rain.

Caspian took a deep drag on his cigarette, grabbed an umbrella from the car, walked over and asked, "It's about to rain. Why are you squatting here alone? Where are your parents?"

The boy on the ground didn't answer.

Caspian squatted down. "Here's an umbrella. You should go home."

Only then did the little boy look up and smile at Caspian.

But Caspian felt something was off.

These should have been the clear eyes of a child, but at this moment, they held an eerie gleam.

Before Caspian could react, the next second, the little boy suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from his clothes and stabbed it directly at Caspian!

Caspian instinctively dodged backward but couldn't avoid it completely—the fruit knife stabbed right into his abdomen!

The little boy got up and ran!

Caspian steadied himself and stood up. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call for help, a familiar, shrill voice suddenly rang in his ears!

"Caspian, watch out!"

Caspian turned his head and saw a black sedan charging straight at him!

In almost an instant, he felt himself being pushed away by a strong force!

A loud crash rang in his ears!

Then, chaotic voices from passersby surrounded him. "There's been a car accident! Quick, call a doctor!"

"Someone got hit!"

"She's bleeding!"

Caspian endured the stabbing pain in his body, got up, and turned to look.

Coralie lay on the ground not far away, unconscious!

Bright red blood spread beneath her body—a horrifying sight!

Caspian was completely stunned, his stiff body moving toward her uncontrollably.

He stumbled toward Coralie and fell to his knees beside her with difficulty. A heart-wrenching pain spread from his heart in an instant.

"Someone... doctor! Save her!"

When Harriet received the news and rushed to the hospital, Coralie had already been sent to the operating room.

"How is she!" Harriet asked anxiously.

"Mrs. Lancaster, the patient suffered a severe impact. The baby definitely can't be saved. We're performing a D&C procedure now." The doctor reported. "Besides the miscarriage, she has multiple fractures and a concussion, but her life isn't in danger for now."

Harriet's heart ached. "Do everything you can to treat her. Her body absolutely cannot have any lasting effects."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lancaster. Her condition isn't too difficult to handle. What's more critical right now is Mr. Romanov."

"What happened to Caspian?" Harriet asked urgently. "Didn't they say he was stabbed once but it didn't hit any vital organs?"

"It's true no vital organs were hit, but we just discovered the knife was poisoned, and the poison is very strong. Mr. Romanov is now in a deep coma, and his condition is extremely critical!"