Chapter 115 – Fever (2)
Isabella, sitting on a small chair next to Sianna’s bed, where she is lying dead, tries to calm her nervous mind a little.
However, once her anxiety took hold, it did not go away easily. After at least confirming that Jennifer had injected her medication properly, she felt like she could only resolve this anxiety by injecting additional medication herself.
Isabella’s eyes glanced at Siana. Siana’s skinny body and the dense injection marks on her open forearms caught her eye.
Traces of having already administered the drug numerous times.
Of course, Shianna’s body couldn’t be normal.
After injecting the poison contained in her body and administering a relieving antidote, she was barely able to maintain her life by administering the poison again.
It is natural for the body to break down. There was no way my body would be fine as it continued to undergo repeated addiction and detoxification. Nevertheless, Isabella chose this method to effectively intimidate her Mason.
If everything had gone according to plan, Sianna would have gradually recovered as soon as Mason gave up, but the continued setbacks in her plan were causing her to continue taking her medication longer than expected.
“…”
Isabella looked at Sianna’s body rising and falling slightly, and began to touch the tips of her fingernails due to her nervousness.
I didn’t want Siana to die.
She was her bargaining chip and also her favorite toy.
Her striking beauty, her tragic story, and the pure affection she showed when she truly trusted and followed herself.
And the sense of helplessness that seeped into her eyes as she broke it down, pushed herself to her mental limit, and soon gave up everything.
The process she painstakingly designed, one by one, was reborn little by little as a means to lure her Mason into the most perfect work she had ever created, and she could not give up.
Isabella quietly stretched out her hand and took Sianna’s hand. Her thin, weak fingers felt lukewarm, and Isabella squeezed her hand with satisfaction.
She did not fail.
That’s why Mason was stuck in grief and wouldn’t leave her mansion, and Sianna was lying unconscious next to her.
It was all her work.
An unbreakable bondage created by oneself.
But what if, as the anxiety in my head whispers right now.
If the plan goes completely wrong.
… I have no intention of just being defeated.
Grace interferes,
Germaine betrayed me,
No matter how much Mason resists.
I have Siana in my hands now, right?
It will bring despair to everyone.
… So that it never returns to the way it was before.
Isabella bit her lower lip and was awakened from her deep thoughts by a knock on her door.
“… Jennifer?”
-Yes, lady. Me.
“Come in.”
The sound of the door opening and approaching footsteps rang behind Isabella. Isabella held out her hand without turning around, and Jennifer handed her a small pouch.
When she opened the pocket she handed her, her medicine bottle and syringe caught her eye. To avoid being pricked by the needle, she carefully took out the vial and held it up to the light, revealing a few drops that had sunk into the bottom of the empty vial.
“I administered the correct dose regularly as you ordered. The last time I took the medication was three days ago, and I need to take it this afternoon.”
Isabella looked at her pill bottle in silence before putting it back in her pocket and handing it to Jennifer. Jennifer carefully took the bag out of her hand and placed her medicine and injection in it.
While she was preparing her medicine, Jennifer familiarly disinfected her Sianna’s forearm, and Isabella stuck her injection into her medicine bottle and began to suck it up. The amount of antidote filling up the thin cylinder was larger than usual.
“… Lady.”
Jennifer, who noticed a change in the amount of her medication, called her, but Isabella paid her no mind. After taking her shot from the vial, she sticks it into Sianna’s forearm. When the needle was inserted and pressed, her medication disappeared quickly.
And immediately, in quick succession, he prepares her poison to poison her again. As with the antidote, put in a larger amount than usual.
Jennifer did not add any more unnecessary words, so Isabella handed her the empty injection without saying anything.
“Jennifer.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Isabella took her eyes off Sianna and looked at Jennifer.
My left cheek was red and swollen. Although she clearly showed signs of stabbing herself, Jennifer’s expression was as calm as usual. Instead of anger or hostility, her eyes only showed desire.
The look in your eyes that allows you to do anything without hesitation to achieve your goal.
Even if it was against the law and ethics, he seemed willing to do it to get what he wanted.
Isabella looked at Jennifer blankly and then smiled.
Unlike Germain, she was cooperating with her to achieve what she wanted. At least she didn’t seem to have any reason to betray herself, like Germaine, because of her guilt or responsibility.
The end of Jennifer’s desire was Isabella, because she knew full well that it was a thirst that only she could quench.
“Don’t you need a vacation by any chance?”
A plan to truly prepare for an emergency and plunge everyone into despair.
From now on, she would be the horse she would use most actively.
Mason spent most of her day trying to control her unrestrained heart. Lucia’s unexpected visit gives her hope that she can finally get out. All these changes were too much for her to bear.
But she was so overcome with excitement that she couldn’t stop working. If you suddenly change your attitude toward Isabella, she will definitely notice right away.
Of course, Lucia had written in her letter a threat for Sianna’s life, but Mason was already convinced that Isabella would grit her teeth and twist her prize. This was something she could be sure of, as she had already been fed up with Isabella.
So, don’t let her notice, but she had to make sure.
Mason imagined several situations in his head and waited for her to return. How would she act if she knew nothing about the current situation, or if she had any idea that things were going wrong?
As time passes,
It was around the time Isabella returned.
The door was opened, but Isabella did not show herself.
“… It’s actually a good thing.”
Mason muttered and clawed at her nails.
She said she bought herself a little more time, but she wasn’t easily persuaded.
Trying to shake off the countless anxious thoughts and absurd assumptions that were cluttering her mind, she continued to wait.
It’s been a while since she stopped shaking her legs anxiously and started biting her nails.
In the end, the visit was opened two hours later than usual.
Squeak-
Mason, who had been lost in her thoughts when she heard the sound of the door opening, shivered involuntarily. She turned her head and saw Isabella coming in through the door.
“…”
Opening her door, Isabella looked at her for a moment, then immediately turned her head and walked to her closet and began to change her clothes. She didn’t say anything to Mason.
Her taunts, as usual, looked down on her.
Without any physical contact that made her body goosebumps, she just changed her clothes.
Normally, it would have been something Mason had longed for, but the sense of heterogeneity that came from not having the series of processes that occurred every day made Mason, who was especially nervous, shrink.
Mason continued to observe Isabella without realizing it. She tries to understand what her unusual behavior means.
Isabella, who had changed all of her clothes and turned around, made eye contact with Mason, who tried to avoid her eyes like it was his instinct.
“…”
Isabella did not smile or make a falsely sweet voice.
Mason, who glanced at Isabella, soon noticed that there was something different about her than usual.
Her eyes.
If it were someone else, it would have been a change that could have been attributed to her simple mood, but it was a change that only Mason, who was already heavily involved with her, could notice.
Everything seemed to be happy as usual, and instead of the violet eyes filled with evil mischief, there was something that could be described as empty and raw.
“… Why?”
As her gaze lengthened without realizing it, Isabella asked with a wry smile.
It was a bad signal. She had nothing to gain by attracting her attention.
“… “It’s nothing.”
This was the only poor excuse Mason could find. Mason closed her eyes, thinking about what would follow.
She knew that Isabella would come and embrace her like her snake.
But contrary to her expectations, Isabella just smiled and entered the bathroom.
Unusual behavior that is clearly different from usual.
Mason felt with her own skin that the worst situation she had imagined had come true.
Isabella noticed that the situation was now wrong.
At that time, outside the mansion.
Jennifer was standing next to the stables, watching the driver load the horses into the carriage. The driver asked Jennifer, calming her horses with tired eyes.
“You said the lady told me to go where?”
Jennifer answered the coachman’s question with a gentle smile.
“He told me to go to the factory in the city where Mr. Gordon is staying.”
“Can’t you wait until morning?”
Jennifer shook her head in response to the coachman’s grumbling question. The coachman sighed softly and climbed onto her carriage.
“Get in the carriage. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
Ignoring the man’s grumbling, Jennifer got into the carriage as he said and closed the door.
Soft seats, and the interior instantly becomes calm as soon as you close the door. Soon, along with the movement of the carriage, the sound of rolling wheels and horses’ hooves added to the sound, albeit in a small way.
Jennifer sat back and looked out her window, holding the note Isabella had written for her.
Late at night, all I could see out the window was the mansion moving away and the thick clouds above it, with not a single star visible.
As if to convey an ominous warning that summer is in full swing and that it will rain soon.
