CHAPTER 782: CHAPTER 782: IT’S NOT LIKE WE HAVE TO DIE

Although Eleanor Sterling is not facing any issues at the moment, the most deadly thing is the rare poison Scarlet Prelude.

As long as they can cure this poison, the other two toxins in Eleanor Sterling’s body won’t be a big problem.

Thomas Quincy has the antidote, and it’ll cure the disease as soon as it’s administered.

"Master, you’ve researched for so long, haven’t you found even a trace of the antidote?"

Elder Sawyer sighed and shook his head, "Though I’m very skilled and have some achievements in traditional Chinese medicine, this poison was developed by the Quincy Family’s elders over the years; it’s not something that can be undone quickly."

Although she already knew the answer in her heart, Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened.

Eleanor couldn’t help but smile bitterly to herself; hadn’t she already prepared to die together with Alaric Faulkner? Why was she still so fragile?

"Eleanor, don’t worry, Elder Sawyer and I will continue the research, and Thomas Quincy also agreed to help yesterday," Clara Thornton comforted her from the side.

Eleanor curved into a smile, "Mm, I’m fine."

"That poison came from the Quincy Family. The components they provide will assist us, at least we won’t be like headless flies without direction anymore."

Elder Sawyer snorted with dissatisfaction, "Alright, don’t be self-pitying, it’s not like it’s imperative to die. You and Alaric Faulkner should enjoy life, leave the worrying to us."

He just couldn’t bear seeing Eleanor looking so dejected; his apprentice was confident and flamboyant, not supposed to be like she was now.

Eleanor inherited Elder Sawyer’s medical skills, but she wasn’t as skilled in this area yet, so Elder Sawyer simply didn’t let her participate.

"Okay, Master, I understand."

Thus, Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner were chased away, with no choice but to return to The Keating Family.

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An island in a certain sea area.

After Alaric Faulkner’s wedding, Jasper Faulkner and Hazel Langley secretly headed here.

Information about the island is quite isolated, and the local customs are simple and honest. Hazel Langley is a big star but won’t be recognized here, allowing her to live quietly.

On the island, it seems the whole person relaxes.

The two rented a small house, like a pair of ordinary couples. They watch the sunrise in the morning, the sunset in the evening, and the days are plain yet warm.

Hazel Langley went from being initially forced to now being labeled as Jasper Faulkner’s wife, feeling a bit unbelievable.

They sit by the sea watching the sunset.

Jasper Faulkner hummed and said, "In the future, don’t face things alone. Now that I’m your husband, we’ll face them together."

He was referring to the matter of Franklin Faulkner threatening her.

Hazel Langley sighed and said softly, "I know."

Neither mentioned the issue of Hazel Langley’s son; in fact, Jasper Faulkner didn’t mind.

The coastline is ablaze with red, the scenery is stunningly beautiful, making one’s mood involuntarily relax. Hazel Langley glanced at Jasper Faulkner.

His handsome face is outlined by the sunset’s arc, the person she had longed for so many years.

Crushing for over ten years, now she’s finally become Jasper Faulkner’s wife, everything feels like a dream.

Just wish that time could slow down, so she could stay with him a bit longer.

Jasper Faulkner turned to meet her gaze, then took her hand, "Let’s go for a stroll on the beach."

Hazel Langley smiled and handed her hand to him.

The two beautiful figures strolled along the beach, looking especially wonderful under the sunset glow.