Chapter 615

Margaret stood resolute in her decision, demanding that Harrison take charge of Theodore's treatment.

Victoria's expression froze. "Mother, are you certain about this? You can't possibly trust Harrison with Theodore's life. What if—"

Harrison cut her off with a sly smirk. "Why so defensive? If you keep interfering, I might start wondering what you're trying to hide."

Margaret's eyes turned icy as she glared at Victoria. "My decision is final. Step aside!"

Her tone left no room for argument. Victoria had no choice but to retreat.

A heavy weight settled in Victoria's chest as she stood there, powerless. She could protest all she wanted, but pushing further would only deepen Margaret's suspicions—risking everything.

With a defeated exhale, she moved away.

Harrison approached the bed where Theodore lay motionless. In her memory, he had always been a doting father, his world revolving around his daughter, Isabella.

Now, he was a shadow of himself—pale, lifeless, the vitality drained from him.

Harrison placed her fingers lightly on his wrist, beginning her examination.

Margaret hovered anxiously. "Well? Can you save him?"

Harrison nodded. "He can be saved."

Victoria's stomach dropped, panic flickering in her eyes. Could Harrison actually heal Theodore?

"Then do it quickly," Margaret urged.

Harrison withdrew an acupuncture needle and carefully inserted it into Theodore's skull.

Theodore, who had been utterly still, suddenly convulsed. His hands twitched violently, his entire body writhing in agony.

"Theodore!" Margaret cried out in alarm.

Victoria's pulse spiked, fear clawing at her throat. "What are you doing to him? Look at him—he's suffering! Stop this now!"

But Harrison didn’t stop. She selected another needle and drove it deeper.

This time, Theodore's reaction was even more severe. A gush of blood erupted from his mouth.

Splash!

Warm crimson splattered across Margaret and Victoria's faces.

Margaret screamed.

Theodore, after expelling the blood, collapsed back, utterly still. His face turned ghostly white. The heart monitor screeched—a single, unbroken tone.

Victoria's voice trembled. "His heart stopped!"

Margaret rushed forward, pressing her fingers beneath Theodore's nose. No breath.

"He's gone..." she whispered, disbelief hollowing her voice.

Victoria checked for a pulse. Nothing. A flicker of triumph sparked in her eyes. Harrison hadn’t saved Theodore—she had killed him.

This was better than Victoria could have hoped.

She cast one last glance at Theodore—the man she had loved desperately, yet who had never truly been hers. Once, her love had burned fiercely; now, only hatred remained. Death was the perfect resolution.

Drawing a sharp breath, she whirled on Harrison. "You murdered my husband! You're a killer!"

Margaret stared at Harrison, horrified. "You promised you could save him. Instead, you killed my son! Why would you do this?"

Victoria couldn’t suppress her glee.

"Don’t you see? Harrison never meant to save him!" she declared. "This was deliberate—revenge for Benjamin’s death! She took Theodore’s life as payback. We need to call the authorities—have her arrested!"

Her excitement was barely contained.

This unexpected twist was a double victory—ridding herself of both Theodore and Harrison in one decisive blow.