Chapter 643

Morwen, a ruthless woman, slashed her wrist with a broken piece of plate, blood flowing. The early morning scene was gruesome.

Tiffany frowned. She felt nauseous, unsure if it was a cold or something else.

As her discomfort intensified, Richard gently covered her eyes. His cold, deep voice murmured, "Don't look. It's messy."

"Okay," Tiffany replied softly, remaining still. Unable to see, she ignored Morwen's actions.

Morwen, enraged by Tiffany's indifference, swayed unsteadily. The two days and nights of confinement, though agonizing, had been bearable; there was no cure for the Double Love Poison, she believed. This would give her leverage over Richard. But he remained cold, heartless, and indifferent.

"How could you do this to me? How could you?" Morwen shrieked hysterically, her jealousy twisting her face into a terrifying mask. "Then let's die together!"

"If I don't have a good life, no one will!" Her eyes hardened as she swung the broken plate again.

The smell of blood was overpowering. The wound was deep, nearly severing her arm. Despite the pain, the thought of revenge on Richard brought her a twisted satisfaction.

However, Richard didn't even flinch. His gaze remained cold and calm. Confused, Morwen wondered, How can this be? Doesn't he feel anything? Didn't they say the Double Love Poison connects two people, sharing pain? I've injured myself so badly. Why doesn't he react?

Stunned, a terrifying thought struck her: Has the Double Love Poison been cured? Or was Richard never poisoned?

To test her theory, Morwen gritted her teeth and raised the bloody fragment, attempting to cut herself again. But Tiffany stopped her. "Why bother? I told you the Double Love Poison is cured. Hurting yourself is useless."

"No" Morwen shook her head, refusing to believe it.

Tiffany's lips twitched. Taking Richard's arm, she turned to leave. "Suit yourself."

As they departed, the basement fell silent. Morwen's eyes widened, the suicidal madness giving way to despair and tearful resentment.

Chapter 643 (Continued)

'Die together? How could I?' Morwen mocked herself internally.

Back above ground, Tiffany was relieved to escape the stench of blood, replacing it with the faint scent of mountain flowers and garden blossoms. A deep breath eased her stomach.

Richard smiled. "Let's have breakfast."

"Okay," Tiffany agreed.

Hand in hand, they returned to the villa. At the dining table, Tiffany finally asked, "Richard, what should we do with her?" Morwen, being from the Azure Sea Royal Family, couldn't be imprisoned forever.

Richard affectionately scratched Tiffany's nose. "Whatever you say."

"Let's return her to the Azure Sea Royal Family," Tiffany declared, her mind already made up.

I can't let her die here. It would taint Royal Bay. Thirteen years ago, during the Azure Sea Royal Family's internal conflict, Morwen injured me with a vase; a servant saved me. But Morwen accused the servant of kidnapping me and stealing a treasure box, issuing a kill order that implicated the servant's family. She must pay for that. For thirteen years, she's enjoyed her position as Saintess, deceiving the people. It's time to expose her.

Tiffany sneered and summoned John. "Don't let her die. Lock her up and keep an eye on her."

"Yes, Mrs. Hampton!" John promptly obeyed.

Morwen's self-harm had severe consequences. The doctor reported irreversible meridian damage, leaving her left arm permanently impaired.

Tiffany, upon hearing this, simply shook her head. God punishes the wicked. She brought this upon herself.

After breakfast, Tiffany was about to leave for school when Richard entered the car. Tiffany blinked, confused. "You're not going to the office?"

Richard remained silent, his gaze unwavering. Tiffany felt a prickle of unease, a sense of forgotten obligation. She recalled her promise to post their marriage announcement on social media.

"Wait for me!" She hurried out to retrieve the marriage certificate, but Richard stopped her. "Sweetheart, looking for this?"

He already held the certificate. "How did you?"

Richard's lips curved into a faintly gloomy smile. "Because it's proof of my identity."

Tiffany laughed, a bittersweet joy filling her. His care and affection were evident in everything he did.

"Smile," she winked, activating her phone's camera.

Richard smiled, gently holding her waist as they embraced. The air crackled with warmth and affection.

She posted on Facebook: [Hi, this is my jealous husband.] followed by cute emojis. Ignoring the ensuing comments, she reached for the certificate, eager to reread it, a symbol of her life with Richard. Anticipation, sweetness, and shyness mingled within her.

Before she could fully appreciate it, Richard took the certificate.

"What are you doing? It's mine!" Tiffany protested.

Richard swiftly locked both certificates in a small safe. "I've locked them up. I won't take them out again in my life."

Tiffany was stunned. Then she understood: he would never give her a chance to divorce him.