CHAPTER 757: CHAPTER 757: UTTERLY UNCONSCIOUS

At this time, there were still two days until Alaric Faulkner and Giselle Keating’s wedding, and Eleanor Sterling was in a race against time to prepare.

They had to resolve the poison in Eleanor Sterling’s body by tomorrow, or she wouldn’t make it to the K country in time.

Elder Sawyer, Brian Zane, Clara Thornton, and Thomas Quincy, along with the people in the laboratory, had devised a series of plans.

The method they were using involved letting Eleanor Sterling take the poison, and then suppressing it to achieve mutual toxicity neutralization.

Elder Sawyer looked at Eleanor Sterling and said, "If you fail, then the fetus in your womb won’t survive, and you will also be poisoned by the Scarlet Prelude.

But I will find a way to keep you alive, you won’t die immediately, and if by some miracle you succeed, then the poison in the child will coexist with your poison.

When you give birth in the future, the toxin will erupt, but it won’t endanger your life."

Eleanor Sterling listened intently and touched her belly.

"Mm, I understand, this is the child’s fate. If they really are destined not to survive, then I will make a memorial for them and have someone visit and honor them every year."

Elder Sawyer nodded, "Since you’ve thought it through, let’s begin."

Everyone surrounded Eleanor Sterling, and in front of her was a snow-white porcelain bottle containing the deadly Scarlet Prelude.

Without the slightest hesitation, Eleanor Sterling picked it up, pulled out the stopper, and drank it down in one go.

Thomas Quincy looked at her nervously, "How is it? What does it taste like?"

"Why don’t you try it yourself?" Clara Thornton scoffed.

Thomas Quincy rolled his eyes at her.

This poison has no antidote, why would he taste it? Does he have a death wish? This woman is really...

The poison had just entered her body and there was no immediate reaction, but slowly Eleanor Sterling felt as if her entire stomach was burning. She already had a poor appetite during pregnancy, and now she felt even more like vomiting.

Her face turned pale as she clutched a basin and vomited violently.

Soon, Eleanor Sterling was not only vomiting but also in immense pain, unable to specify exactly where it hurt. It felt as if every bone in her body was broken.

Eleanor Sterling cried from the pain, feeling like the agony was displacing her internal organs, more painful than childbirth.

She murmured unconsciously, "It hurts so much..."

Seeing Eleanor Sterling in such agony, Clara Thornton couldn’t help but grab Thomas Quincy urgently, "Hurry, think of something! She’s in so much pain, it looks like she can’t take it anymore."

Thomas Quincy looked serious, "The poison taken shouldn’t cause such a strong reaction, it’s highly possible that Eleanor Sterling is intolerant to this poison."

"Then what should we do? Just endure it?"

Brian Zane looked at Elder Sawyer, "Old man, do you really want your disciple to die from pain? Hurry and do something!"

Elder Sawyer picked up a silver needle and quickly inserted it into several key acupuncture points on Eleanor Sterling.

Eleanor Sterling’s condition improved somewhat, and she finally caught a breath, lying on the ground like a dead fish, gasping desperately for air.

"Eleanor, how do you feel?" Elder Sawyer observed her condition.

Eleanor Sterling forced a smile, "It seems I’ve made it through, I’m okay now."

Just as she finished speaking, a tidal wave of pain suddenly surged through her entire body again.

"Ah..." Eleanor Sterling screamed.

Clara Thornton keenly noticed a large stain of blood beneath her and exclaimed in horror, "Blood, Eleanor is bleeding."

Eleanor Sterling’s eyes went black, and she completely passed out.