Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1089:

Harlee responded with conviction, “He will not die! I’ll defy the odds and snatch him from the brink of death, no matter what it takes!”

“Unfortunately, Anika didn’t design an antidote when she developed this poison,” Christopher continued, his tone gentle, easing the heartbreaking reality.

Harlee froze, struck by his words.

Given Anika’s global acclaim as a chemist, the odds seemed threatening if even she hadn’t created a cure.

But Harlee dismissed the idea instantly. She resolved then and there to discover a solution.

Failure was not an option.

Christopher exhaled a weary sigh.

He wished more than anything to save Rhys, yet Rhys had destroyed any chance of his own survival, leaving no room for rescue.

Christopher remembered the extreme measures he had taken, torturing Anika to extract information about an antidote.

Her final words haunted him still. She had said the poison she administered to Rhys was the most lethal she had ever developed, beyond even her ability to counteract.

Gazing upon Rhys’ sleeping face, Christopher said solemnly, “Harlee, I have faith in you. Perhaps you can develop something to ease his suffering.”

While Christopher harbored doubts about a complete antidote, he hoped a partial remedy might at least prolong Rhys’ life by a couple of decades.

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Harlee absorbed his words, her thoughts already racing ahead to the antidote. She knew she couldn’t accomplish this alone, but she believed in Tonya’s medical expertise. Together, they could potentially develop an effective cure. With tears brimming, Harlee shut her eyes briefly. When she reopened them, they sparkled with resolute determination. She turned slowly to look at Rhys, her right hand…

Tenderly brushing his cheek, Harlee felt the warmth of his skin under her fingers, making her breath catch.

“It’s going to be alright… I’ll find a way,” she whispered with confidence.

In Rhys’ bedroom, Harlee gently lifted him onto the bed. She then warmed some water, bathed him, and dressed him in clean clothes.

Once finished, she picked up the basin of used water to dispose of it when Christopher approached, handcuffs in tow.

“Harlee, he might still need these,” he suggested, his demeanor awkward.

Catching the discomfort in Christopher’s gesture, Harlee’s expression hardened instantly.noveldrama

“Whenever Mr. Green experiences one of his episodes, he completely loses his self-control and reacts violently,” Christopher said, his voice thick with concern.

Day by day, Rhys’ condition had deteriorated. Initially, he managed to keep his aggression in check, avoiding harm to others. Now, however, he became uncontrollably violent, capable of fatally wounding anyone who ventured too close with a single blow. Once, Christopher had narrowly escaped death when Rhys came dangerously close to cutting his throat.

Harlee stayed silent, hesitant to accept the handcuffs.

It was clear to her that Christopher cared for Rhys’ well-being above his own.

His offer of the handcuffs suggested they had recently faced a harrowing situation, one they both hoped to avoid in the future. Yet, Harlee was resolute in her refusal.

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