Chapter 250

Chapter 250

"I hadn't managed to clear the photos off the coffee table before she walked in."
I didn't avoid her though.

Annie saw my photos, her gaze lingered for a second, but she quickly looked away without asking questions.

"I brought you your favorite barbecue ribs," Annie placed the insulated container on the table. "I heard from Mrs. Sullivan that you came here, so I came over."

I opened the container and took a look. The aroma of barbecue ribs wafted out, incredibly tempting.

"Thank you," I replied, but got straight to the point. "You came all this way, it can't just be to bring me ribs, right?"

Annie was direct: "Sis, I came to help you."

"Help me?"

Annie settled into the seat and pulled a key from her pocket. Though it was now tarnished with rust, the intricate design made it clear it had once been a high-end, luxury item.
I took the key, looking at Annie with some confusion.

Annie said: "This is the key the nanny hid. She must have hidden something. She once said that if Ryder betrayed her, she would go to the orphanage and find the third drawer in the director's office. After Ryder got the key, he's been trying to find what she hid."

My heart skipped a beat, remembering when Liam, Patrick, and I visited the orphanage late at night.

No wonder Ryder showed up there too—he was looking for the evidence the nanny left behind.

"But Ryder and I both missed our mark that time—someone else had already beaten us to it."

I quickly asked: "You went?"

"Yes," Annie admitted. "I got there first and found some photos."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a photo.

Unlike the photos I received, this was just a group photo of five people in white lab coats standing in a row.

Directly behind them was a sign that read: [Immortality Research Lab.] I couldn't help but sneer; they weren't even trying to be subtle anymore. They were being incredibly bold about their intentions.


I recognized the woman in the middle.

It was Scarlett.

She wore a badge on her chest that said 'Chief Researcher,'looking quite showy and arrogant.

Annie said: "I suspect she wasn't just a researcher."

Her words were loaded with meaning, but I sensed something was off and asked with narrowed eyes: "Do you know something?"

Annie hesitated before saying, "Maybe when Mrs. Davis had that car accident, she was behind it."

"I always feel that if she designed this kind of trap, she must have her own blood bank. She can't just be a researcher—she must be involved in the transactions too."

Blood bank?

I narrowed my eyes, catching the key word.

When Amelia had her accident, the Soderberg family said they had blood bank resources. I was too anxious at the time to think about the problems that associated with that.

Building a blood bank is no easy task. The Soderberg family had no experience in this area—how could they suddenly have one?

Now it hit me.

It's likely that Jeremy and Scarlett had reached some kind of agreement, which is why he said those harsh words to me when he was arrested.

There were even hints in his words.

If that's the case, then Ryder kidnapping me definitely wasn't that simple either. Scarlett probably instructed him to do it.

Their goal wasn't just money—it was this so-called 'immortality.'

I stared at the photo, my ears ringing.

If that's true, could Liam's illness have been caused by Scarlett?

Or maybe in pursuing this so-called immortality, Scarlett caused Liam to have these diseases even when he was in her womb.

A chill ran down my spine.

Annie looked at me and said: "There's something even scarier."

She pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from her pocket.

I glanced at it, and my hands and feet went cold.

It was part of the nanny's ledger. For some reason, the paper was damaged.

But you could still clearly see the nanny had written down the time and place.

And my name, blood type, and transaction price.

Below that was the estimated usage time—

Twenty years.

If not for the accident that led to me being adopted by the Davis family, they had planned to extract my blood for twenty years.

How cruel!

"Sis," Annie squeezed my hand, "I don't know what you're planning to do next, but you must be careful."

"Everyone involved back then has their own agenda. I'm not asking you to completely trust me, but I think you need to be extra careful."

I nodded and gave Annie a grateful look. "I'll be careful."

"But," I looked at her with confusion, "why are you telling me all this?"

"You could have stayed out of it. You didn't need to tell me any of this—it'll only affect you."

Annie gave a bitter smile. "Sis, I don't know if I have the right to call you that."

"But without you, I probably would have been killed by Ryder or used by him."

"I almost became the kind of person I hate. But you helped me."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, but more than that, there was gratitude. "Sis, if possible, please give me a chance to help you."

"I don't have any ulterior motives. I just want to help you."

She looked at me with sincere eyes.

I looked at Annie, feeling something complicated stir in my heart.

Although we didn't grow up together, at this moment, I felt the warmth and bond of blood connection from her.

I said: "I'm meeting with the Sanchez family people at the lighthouse tonight. Do you want to come?"

Annie didn't hesitate. "I'll go."

"But," Annie frowned, "the Sanchez family people are very calculating."

"I heard Albert achieved great success at a young age. The Sanchez family has deep roots in the medical field with extensive connections—they must have been involved in what happened back then."

I thought for a moment, searched online for photos of Albert's father, Harold Sanchez, from when he was young, and compared them with the photo Annie gave me.

With just one look, my heart sank.

One of those five people was indeed from the Sanchez family!

If that's the case, then Albert contacting me probably has only two possibilities.

First, he's continuing Harold's unfinished research from back then.

Second, he wants to establish cooperation with me to go against Harold.

After all, Albert has already left the Sanchez family and started his own company. Who knows what his relationship with Harold is really like.

But I didn't dare think too well of people.

In my view, the first possibility was more likely.

"Okay," I looked at Annie and agreed. "Let's go together."

"But you have to promise me, if things go wrong, run immediately. Don't worry about me, and don't look back."

Annie asked: "What about you?"

I smiled, my expression taking on a determined edge. "It's been twenty years. It's time for me to end this."