Chapter 283
The location sent to her phone was in a Eurasian-style mansion outside the town. The area was sparsely populated and heavily guarded, with roses all around looking like a sea of vivid red blood.
As soon as Ophelia stepped into the area, she saw a familiar face-Fiona. She was Jonathan’s subordinate. She had encountered her before and even had a showdown.
Before coming, she made sure to bring along the special potion Ronin had developed for her, just in case.
Fiona looked at Ophelia and said, “Ms. Spencer, it’s been a while. Please, this way.”
Fiona’s expression was polite, but she felt like she could crush her teeth. She definitely wouldn’t forget the loss she suffered because of Ophelia, though there would be a good time for payback; she wasn’t in a rush to act just yet. Ophelia followed behind Fiona, observing the surroundings. As soon as she walked in, she noticed Scott on the couch. His eyes were closed tight, and there was a scrape on his cheekbone.
“Scott!” Ophelia didn’t even think; she lifted her foot to rush over when suddenly she felt something underfoot.
Several sharp sounds sliced through the air around her. From below the second-floor railing, several crossbows fired at once, a barrage of cold arrows shooting right at her.
Luckily, Ophelia reacted quickly enough to barely dodge, but an arrow still grazed her shoulder, leaving a bloody mark on her fair arm.
If she hadn’t reacted quickly, those crossbow arrows could have easily taken her life.
Though this place wasn’t exactly filled with traps, right now, as soon as she stepped closer to Scott, those arrows would shoot. That was truly wicked.
Fiona gave a cold sneer. “Ms. Spencer, you’d better not act recklessly.” She cautioned.
Just as she finished speaking, Phoebe, wearing a simple long dress, gracefully walked down the spiral staircase in the center of the hall.
A charming smile adorned her face, the very picture of grace and elegance. “Elia, it’s been a long time.” Indeed, it had been a while.
Seeing Phoebe, Ophelia wasn’t surprised at all; the Davidson siblings were two of a kind. With Jonathan out of the picture, they’d brought in Phoebe.
At that moment, two bodyguards approached from behind Ophelia, each grabbing one of her shoulders.
“Be respectful to Ms. Spencer.” Phoebe advised.
Ophelia didn’t say anything, allowing the two bodyguards behind her to take hold of her without resistance. Her gaze occasionally settled on the boy on the sofa. Scott was clearly unconscious. Ophelia said, “What did you do to Scott? You were after me all along. Well, I’m here now, so just let him go.”
Phoebe suddenly laughed. “Elia, you’re really naive. Do you think I’m stupid? If I let him go, how would I keep control over you?” She said lightly, her voice taking on a teasing tone. Ophelia didn’t bother arguing. “So what do I need to do for you to let him go?”
“I want you dead. You die, and I’ll let him go.” Phoebe’s tone intensified, her eyes full of malice as she glared at Ophelia, as if she wished she could tear her to pieces.
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She thought, ‘She hates me that much? She wants me dead?’
“What’s wrong? Got cold feet? Where’s that brave face you had a moment ago?” Phoebe walked over to Scott, her red nails pinching Scott’s pale jaw.
On the table was a thumb-thick syringe filled with liquid. Phoebe picked it up, gave it a slight push, and a few drops oozed from the needle tip. She pressed the needle against Scott’s clean neck.
“Don’t touch him!” Ophelia’s expression froze instantly. She spoke each word slowly, her eyes fixed on the sleeping boy.
Phoebe said, “Alright! I won’t touch him, but only if you try it yourself. Earlier, because of you, Kenneth injected me with two doses of that stuff. It’s a fate worse than death-want to try If not, I’ll let your dear brother try it out.” The sharp needle pierced into Scott’s neck, and even unconscious, the boy felt the pain and his brow furrowed slightly.
“No!” Ophelia clenched her hands tightly, her deep black eyes fixed firmly on the person in front of her. “I’ll do it. Let me do it…”
She already felt guilty towards Scott, and she couldn’t let anything else happen to him. After all, she was an orphan; this life was hers to decide, evenf it meant dying.
To someone who had lived another life, each extra day felt like a stolen gift. She had nothing left to fear. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a large area of skin.
Fiona picked up the syringe nearby. “Don’t worry, Ms. Spencer. Two doses of the drug won’t be fatal.”
The needle pierced her arm, and Ophelia seemed unfazed by the pain. Her face was blank, hands clenched into fists, eyes fixed on the boy on the sofa.
Two doses of the drug were administered. The cold medicine slowly spread through the veins in her arm, moving towards her heart.
Her heart pounded fiercely, as if it wanted to leap out of her throat. Her blood vessels contracted and expanded, as heart-wrenching pain spread from her limbs to her entire body.
The color drained from Ophelia’s face, veins bulging on her forehead, and sweat as big as beads trickled down her cheeks. Every joint in her body was aching. The pain went on for several minutes.
“Let… him… go…” Ophelia’s voice was fragile, like a thin silk thread, but it was very firm.
Whether it was the effect of the drug or because she had taken the medicine from Ronin earlier, once the pain moved through her body, it began to disappear.
“You think after enduring two doses I’ll let them go? In your dreams!” Phoebe squinted at the person in front of her.
She glanced at Fiona, suspecting that the two doses were anything else but the drug. Ophelia actually got through it this easily. Back then, she had completely passed out.
Ophelia was breathing heavily. She tried to steady herself and said, “Aren’t you trying to kill me? Just let them go.”
Phoebe frowned, unsure what tricks Ophelia in front of her was playing. She didn’t believe that Ophelia would really be willing to die just like that.
Seeing Phoebe stay silent, Ophelia suddenly gave a cold laugh, turned around, and quickly subdued the two bodyguards behind her.
Ophelia said, “If I really wanted to act, do you think just two people could hold me back? I’ll say it again, let Scott go. Do whatever you want to me.”
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Even though Ophelia’s face was pale, the strength in her hands didn’t lessen, and her voice was firm and strong.
A hint of caution flashed in Phoebe’s eyes as she pulled out a small crossbow and aimed it at Ophelia’s leg.
An arrow shot towards Ophelia’s thigh. Ophelia winced in pain, twitch flickered across her brow, and the strength in her hands weakened, her face as pale as paper. Phoebe laughed maniacally, as if she’d discovered a new world. I turned out Ophelia did have a weak spot after all. Even Ophelia could end up feeling so humble. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything to him. After all, he’s my own little brother.” Phoebe put away the syringe.
Ophelia frowned, the pain in her leg making her doubt what she was hearing. She couldn’t understand what Phoebe in front of her was saying.
She thought, ‘What little brother? How can Scott possibly be her real brother?
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