CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 189: GOOD AND EVIL WILL BE REPAID

Clara Bennett: [Why do you think that? Are you too nervous, maybe misunderstanding something? After all, your past relationship wasn’t bad.]

Daisy Stone: [I mentioned before there was a woman clinging to him, and recently she’s been frequently in contact with Samuel Grant. Last night, I discovered he was calling her, saying he wanted to marry her. I overheard their conversation, and it gave me chills. This morning, he asked someone to prepare medicine for me, saying it was for health care, but I intuitively felt there was no good intention. I found some herbal residue in the kitchen trash. Though I don’t understand pharmacology, my instincts tell me these herbs seem problematic.]

She then sent over two photos.

After seeing them, Clara Bennett’s face turned serious, her brows furrowing with an unprecedented severity and concern in her eyes.

Clara Bennett: [This is Sparganium stoloniferum and Curcuma zedoaria, which can indeed cause miscarriage, especially since you’ve been seriously injured before. Drinking it will surely kill the fetus. These herbs are generally used to treat women’s blood stasis, but if the dosage is wrong or they’re mixed, it can easily lead to severe consequences, particularly in your current situation.]

Daisy Stone: [I don’t plan on giving up this child. I fulfilled the conditions we agreed on, but now Samuel Grant is outside, urging me to drink the medicine and starting to get suspicious, right? If I really drink this bowl of medicine, I’ll probably immediately get unwell, even risking my life. I’m caught in a dilemma, not sure what to do.]

Clara Bennett squinted her eyes, inwardly suspecting Daisy Stone might be up to something since she hadn’t previously shown any strong desire to protect the child and had once considered ending the unintended pregnancy.

Clara Bennett: [You must not drink this medicine. Mixing strong herbs like Sparganium and Curcuma will cause massive bleeding; you won’t just lose the child, but your life will be at risk as well. Clearly, Samuel Grant isn’t just trying to get rid of the child—it’s part of a bigger plan, using this opportunity to get at you, shake off all troubles, and throw in his lot with some new power. In this situation, we must act quickly and find a way to counter this.]

Actually, upon learning her child’s survival might be in jeopardy, Daisy Stone still held a flicker of hope, assuming various objective factors might force Clara Bennett to alter her plan, perhaps for her own interest, leaking some secrets rather than focusing on preserving the unborn life.

Yet, the reality far exceeded her expectations, not only threatening the fate of the fetus but also jeopardizing her personal safety.

It was like a sudden heavy blow that hit her head-on, pulling her brusquely from an illusory, beautiful vision back into the cruel, harsh real world.

Yes, Samuel Grant had done something like this in the past, using her to secure his bright future.

She couldn’t make the same mistake again, couldn’t let herself fall into that bottomless darkness once more.

Whenever she thought of those past days, it was as if struggling in a nightmare, filled with agony.

She absolutely couldn’t let such things happen again.

Daisy Stone’s fingers trembled slightly on her phone, filled with unease and urgency.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to message Clara Bennett: [What should I do?! Don’t forget, I got you everything you asked for! Now if something really happens to me, you can forget about getting those documents from Samuel Grant’s company! No matter what, you have to think of a way to get me out of this!]

Every word seemed like a signal of distress, filled with helplessness and fear.

Looking at the chaotic words displayed on the phone screen, Clara Bennett couldn’t help but smile lightly.

In the old days, these scheming people always manipulated her, plunging her into desperate situations time and again.

Now, the tables had turned, and it was their turn to experience being controlled.

It truly confirmed the old saying.

Good and evil will be paid back in kind.

She decided to use this opportunity well, to get some justice for herself.

Then, she turned her head to look at William Foster, sitting beside her, with a hint of gentleness in her eyes: "William, can you help me?"

Her voice was tender yet firm, every word filled with expectation.

William Foster heard his wife’s request and immediately responded, "Wife, just tell me, whatever help you need, I’m willing to do it for you."

His words were concise and clear, with a tone revealing solid support for his wife.

Hearing this, warmth surged in Clara Bennett’s heart, yet she solemnly made her request: "Make a call to Samuel Grant, ask him to come over immediately."

Her tone carried no hesitation or delay; she knew time was of the essence and couldn’t waste a single moment.

William Foster promptly answered, "Okay."

Then he picked up the phone beside him, ready to dial.

His quick actions showed he seemed accustomed to handling such emergencies.

This sudden efficiency surprised Clara Bennett, who couldn’t resist asking, "Aren’t you curious why I’m calling him over?"

She wanted to know if her husband truly understood her intention or if he was simply acting out of trust, doing so decisively.

However, the man opposite her used an even gentler voice saying, "No need to ask, anything you want to do is right. If you feel unhappy, then it’s alright to teach him a lesson. As for what comes next, leave it all to me."

His gaze contained an unwavering determination.

Facing her husband’s considerate attitude, Clara Bennett jokingly retorted, "Oh, I’m not such a ruthless person; seeing blood and all still scares me!"

Although she tried her best to present a casual demeanor, an undercurrent of complex emotions lingered.

Hearing this, William Foster fell silent for a moment, recalling the photos he saw this morning.

If he hadn’t seen it with his eyes, he nearly believed his wife to be a timid and cowardly girl.

The scenes in those photos were still vivid, prompting him to rethink his understanding of her.

William Foster dialed Samuel Grant’s number, and soon, there was a response on the other side.

The man who was gentle like water in front of Clara Bennett turned into a terrifying figure like Lord Yama towards Samuel Grant.

No, William Foster was practically the embodiment of Lord Yama, exuding a dignity and coldness from his very bones that made people not dare to look directly at him.

William Foster spoke in a cold voice: "Samuel Grant, come to my house right now."

Every word was like an icy blade, piercing directly into the listener’s heart.

Samuel Grant looked down at the soup in his hand, feeling a bit helpless, hesitatingly asking, "Uncle, is there something urgent? I’m just about to—"

William Foster mercilessly interrupted him: "No matter what you’re doing, come over here immediately."

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