Revenge Forged in Prison

Chapter 44: Who Are You Poisoning This Time?

Raquel froze. “Who wants to kill you?”

The heart compatibility test at the hospital was merely to quickly find a suitable donor. Besides, Caleb’s heart might not even be a one hundred percent match for Jesse. Those harsh words had just been spoken in anger. Even though Jesse couldn’t eat shrimp, Caleb kept peeling them for him. While Deborah was at fault, the biggest fault still lay with Caleb.

Couldn’t he have just stopped him? Watching Jesse have an allergic reaction without intervening—wasn’t that deliberate? Bitter resentment rose in Raquel, sharpening her tone.

“We wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. You’re the one who poisons anyone who crosses you.”

Caleb laughed. “However ruthless I am, I’m no match for you people. At the slightest disagreement, you sold me off to some perverted freak. Clearly, you want me dead.”

Raquel’s eyes widened. “Who sold you off? After you left, Mr. and Mrs. Quixall searched for you day and night, calling in every favor! At least make your lies believable! They loved you so much—how could they ever hand you over to traffickers?”

She clearly didn’t believe him. The text message she had previously sent to Gianna was something she had made up on the spot. The Shermans were a minor family. Even if they weren’t afraid of the Quixalls, they’d still fear the truly powerful elites. And just like that, with a simple scheme, she’d driven Gianna away and drawn out Kathryn. Finding Caleb this quickly was entirely her doing.

Raquel was secretly pleased with herself, until she noticed Caleb rolling up his sleeves. Old scars littered his arm, but fresh knife wounds stood out starkly. The sadistic old woman had not only thrown him into a basement but also ordered her guards to slash him multiple times.

Back then, Caleb hadn’t had time to tend to the injuries. Only after Gianna brought him here did he finally disinfect them in the bathroom.

Chapter 44: Who Are You Poisoning This Time?

Had she sold him? Her lips trembled. “Who sold you?”

Deep down, she already knew. George had always been Caleb’s harshest critic in the Quixall family. George had an extensive network and was ruthlessly shrewd, so it wasn’t surprising that he would do something like this. Yet she still refused to believe it, clinging to the hope that this was all just a nightmare.

“You know exactly who.”

Caleb simply didn’t believe that Raquel wasn’t involved. The Quixalls were all cut from the same cloth—even Raquel, who wasn’t officially part of the family yet! This woman had ice in her veins. Five years ago, she’d lied under oath without batting an eye. Why would today be any different? It was just selling someone. As long as her precious Jesse wasn’t hurt, she’d probably shrug off murder!

“I…” Raquel’s mouth opened and closed before her expression twisted. “Stop making up stories! Did you really think carving up your own arm would fool anyone? Don’t insult our intelligence!”

The speed at which she changed her expression was astonishingly fast, so much so that even Caleb couldn’t help but marvel at it. Classic Raquel. Not only did she refuse to acknowledge the truth, she even had the audacity to turn the tables!

“Fine. Let’s say I’m a masochist then. I’ve imagined some villain hunting me, and I’m not going back to the Quixall residence. You can turn around and leave the way you came.”

Caleb turned his back, refusing to look at her any longer. Raquel’s temper ignited at the dismissal. “I’ll go, but only if I take you with me!”