Chapter 1981: If You Apologize to Me Sincerely

Madilyn returned to her office with a pail of water, which she promptly poured over Christina, ensuring she was thoroughly drenched. "If killing weren't illegal," Madilyn added, glaring viciously, "I'd have used boiling molten iron." She waited for Christina to regain consciousness.

Lucian and Roxanne watched expectantly, curious about Christina's reaction. A few seconds later, Christina's eyes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her face until she saw Lucian and Roxanne; her breath caught. Panic set in as she realized she was soaked. She curled into a ball, conflicting emotions swirling in her eyes.

"It seems you've outsmarted me, Mr. Farwell," Christina said, her gaze intense. "Not surprising, considering your intelligence initially attracted me." Her loathing was evident as she watched Roxanne clinging to Lucian. Roxanne, however, remained unafraid, noting that Christina avoided Lucian's gaze.

Christina's attempts at provocation were ignored. Roxanne considered it a waste of time and energy. Lucian, ignoring Christina, affectionately took Roxanne's hand. Christina's pretense crumbled at this sight. Despite her outward indifference, she couldn't reconcile Lucian and Roxanne's love.

"Christina," Madilyn demanded, "you're responsible for the hospital chaos, aren't you?" Appalled by Christina's audacity, anger surged through her. She slapped Christina hard across the face.

The sharp sound stunned Christina. A red mark bloomed on her cheek, yet her eyes flashed with anger and defiance. "Yes, it was me," she smirked, challenging Madilyn. "So? Surprised?"

"Surprised? Do you think taking a dozen lives is merely a surprise? Then I'll show you what a real surprise feels like!" Madilyn grabbed Christina's hair and slapped her repeatedly. Christina didn't struggle. Blood trickled from her lips, yet she laughed.

"Roxanne, Madilyn, you're infected, aren't you? Even if you kill me, I'll die smiling, knowing the bacteria will soon claim you."

Roxanne gazed calmly at the seemingly unhinged Christina, then began coughing, her throat itching. Lucian, concerned, asked Roxanne, "Do you feel unwell?" He handed her her cup.

"I knew you were infected," Christina crowed, "and Madilyn too! There was no escaping it in that confined space." Finally summoning the courage to look at Lucian, her expression softened. "You're proficient, Lucian. But this...is difficult. I assume you're infected as well. Apologize for your past actions, and I might help you get the vaccine."