Chapter 64: A Thorny Illness

Iker, a trapped beast on the brink of rage, glared with icy killing intent. His thin lips parted slightly as he coldly uttered, "Investigate!"

"Yes," Tanner replied, then left the room.

Only three people remained. Iker's face, though still cold and hard, had softened slightly. He asked, "Miss Lawrence, how should I treat my leg?"

Cheyenne hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought your fracture was from the car accident," she said, her tone laced with difficulty and guilt, "but it seems there's a larger, more difficult problem."

Iker understood. He'd seen countless doctors over the years, each visit ending the same way. Disappointment was a familiar feeling, yet Cheyenne's words stirred a long-forgotten sadness. He inwardly chuckled at his own reaction.

Seeing his handsome, aloof face clouded with loneliness, Cheyenne said hesitantly, "It's not hopeless! We need to identify the poison, find an antidote, and then treat it."

"Master Iker, you mustn't be too sad," she added.

He'd been poisoned for three years, fearing the toxicity had reached his bone marrow. Finding an antidote wouldn't be easy.

"Thank you, Miss Lawrence. I understand," he replied.

"For now, I can only give you an injection to suppress the pain," Cheyenne explained.

"Thank you for your hard work," Iker said gratefully.

Cheyenne washed and dried her hands, then took out her medical tools. "Master Iker, I need a blood sample for testing."

He nodded, cooperating fully.

Cheyenne and her grandfather had just left Iker's estate when a suspicious figure slipped out the back door. She ran to a luxurious villa, admitted directly by the security guard. A middle-aged man led her inside, seating her to await Master Davon.

Soon, Master Davon, impeccably dressed in a white suit, entered, carrying a tall blonde woman. The woman, noticing the maid, started to speak, but Davon dismissed her.

"Go back. I'll see you another day," he said. The woman, though unhappy, obeyed, leaving a red lipstick mark on Davon's face.

"What happened?" Davon asked the maid.

She recounted everything she'd overheard. His eyes, deep and unreadable, held the stillness of an ocean. After a moment, he chuckled softly. "Reuben, give him the stuff."

Reuben, tall and imposing, with dark eyes and bright white teeth, produced a glass vial of white powder from his suit pocket. He handed it to the maid.

"Master Davon… what is this?" she asked, her hand trembling.

"Something to make my brother happier. Add it to his soup," he replied calmly. "Afterwards, you'll receive five million dollars and passage out of Chulae. A villa overseas, perhaps?"

Davon rose and approached the woman, his long fingers gently caressing her face. A blush bloomed on her cheeks; she gazed at him with infatuation, oblivious to the lipstick mark on his face. He remained, in her eyes, a godlike figure.

"Okay," she whispered.

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