Eula had been monitoring the situation online and realized things were turning faster than she had anticipated. She knew her time to act was running out.
Without further delay, she decided to take action that very night.
Meanwhile, Old Ashley was unaware of the impending danger and had no idea that her granddaughter was in trouble again.
The Mercer family and others had kept this from the old lady, fearing it would worsen her condition. However, she overheard two nurses talking and learned that Deanna was in trouble.
Although she was extremely anxious at the time, the doctor arrived promptly and stabilized her condition.
Lance rushed over as soon as he got the news.
"Grandma, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Tell me about Deanna. I heard she was taken by Abla's lab."
Old Ashley stared intently at Lance, clearly pressuring him.
Lance understood and said awkwardly, "I kept this from you to avoid upsetting you. What you heard is mostly true, but we've handled it. Deanna will be back in three days."
"Three days... I hope Deanna isn't suffering."
Old Ashley frowned with worry.
Lance was also worried but didn't want to alarm the old lady further. He reassured her, "Everyone is putting pressure on Abla. They wouldn't dare harm Deanna."
"I hope so," Old Ashley sighed and urged Lance to leave. "Go and find Deanna quickly so she can come back soon and ease my worries."
Lance didn't refuse and left immediately.
Unbeknownst to him, Eula arrived at the hospital shortly after he left.
Eula didn't act immediately; she waited for nightfall. Darkness would help her escape, and the hospital would be less busy with everyone resting.
If she succeeded without alerting anyone, she would have more time to flee.
She had a plan: if she succeeded and evaded Lance's pursuit, she would lay low for a year before targeting those Deanna cared about again. Her goal was to make Deanna live in constant fear and isolation.
That night, the hospital was very quiet.
Eula patiently waited for the medical staff to finish their rounds. After about half an hour, she donned a stolen white coat and pushed a medicine cart into Old Ashley's room.
Old Ashley was alone in her room because she didn't like having someone around at night, so she had sent the caretaker away.
Seeing Eula and the cart, Old Ashley frowned. "Didn't I just get an injection? Why another one?"
Eula's voice came through the mask, muffled. "You almost had a relapse today. The doctor ordered another injection to prevent any accidents."
As she spoke, she prepared the syringe.
Old Ashley frowned slightly, sensing something odd about the nurse's words.
Just as she was feeling suspicious, Eula approached with the syringe.
At that moment, Old Ashley realized something was wrong. In a flash, she rolled off the bed and confronted Eula. "You're not a nurse!"
She was certain because Eula's grip on the syringe was incorrect. Moreover, nurses usually reminded her to roll up her sleeve first, which this person hadn't done.
Eula hadn't expected to be exposed so quickly. She sneered, holding up the syringe. "Old woman, you're smart, but today is your last day!"
With that, she leaped over the bed.
Old Ashley's face changed as she turned to flee, but her age betrayed her; her body couldn't keep up with her mind.
She had barely turned when Eula grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the bed.
Before she could react, Eula pinned her down.
"Help-"
Old Ashley tried to scream, but Eula quickly gagged her with a towel.
Eula's face showed a mix of triumph and malice as she leaned close to the old lady and whispered, "Blame your granddaughter for crossing me. I want her to live a lifetime of pain and guilt!"
With that, she injected the syringe into Old Ashley's arm.
Old Ashley felt a sharp pain and soon became dazed.
Only then did Eula stand up from the old lady.