chapter 138

Quincy was horrified by the sight of the dark veins previously concealed by Kohler's sleeves. They scattered across her arm like cobwebs, and her arm was so pale and sheet white that Quincy could bet that if he used a knife to slit her arm, no blood would come out. How could anyone be so wicked?

What was she to do? Wait, why was she bearing it? She ought to have done something about it.

“And the antidote?” Quincy asked, looking at Kohler. Her large eyes glistened, and she pulled up a little smile, although Quincy could tell it was a hundred percent fake.

“The doctors can't even identify the poison, not to talk of its antidote. I've been taking different drugs daily, but I feel worse. They're not working, and it feels like I'm abusing those drugs. They're working together with the poison to kill me. I'm hopeless.” Kohler kept her smile on, and Quincy's heart broke.

“No, don't say that.”

“At least I'm going to see Eunice.” She gave a bitter laugh and looked at Quincy. “I just needed to