Chapter 294 Nutrient
Solution
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Sadie slipped into a deep sleep next to the hospital bed without realizing it.
The sounds in the ward slowly faded to silence.
Meanwhile, in another VIP ward, Kyla shifted uncomfortably.
She had been waiting all afternoon for Noah, who had yet to appear.
“Noah, what on earth is keeping you?” Kyla muttered, flinging the magazine she was reading onto a nearby table in frustration.
At that moment, a nurse came in with a medical cart to change Kyla’s IV.
“Miss, do you happen to know where Noah is?” Kyla inquired, unable to contain her curiosity.
The nurse hesitated before responding cautiously, “Mr. Wall… I believe he visited Mrs. Stewart earlier today.”
“Mrs. Stewart?” Kyla’s brow furrowed. “What was he doing there?”
“The word is he brought a team of specialists to consult on Mrs. Stewart’s case. I heard her condition was quite serious, but it has since stabilized, and there’s talk she might regain consciousness soon,” the nurse explained as she expertly changed the IV.
“She might regain consciousness?” Kyla’s complexion lost all color as she turned to face the nurse.
The possibility of Laura waking up filled her with dread. Would Laura tell Noah what she had done to her?
At the time, Kyla had merely intended to rattle Laura with some sharp words. Little did she anticipate that the elderly woman would be so shockingly frail, collapsing into a heart attack.
Kyla refused to accept blame for the incident.
However, recalling the cold stare Noah had given her still made Kyla shudder.
She was determined not to let Laura regain consciousness.
A terrifying notion crossed Kyla’s mind.
Struggling to steady her nerves, Kyla walked over to the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and dialed a number she hadn’t used in a while.
“Hello, Willard? It’s me,” she whispered, her voice barely steady.
From the other end came a rough voice, saying, “Ah, Miss Wade. To what do I owe the pleasure today? Need something else
taken care of?”
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Chapter 294 Nutrient Solution
“I need a favor… I need someone gone,” Kyla replied, her voice tense.
“Gone?” The voice chuckled. “That’s a serious request, Miss Wade. Let’s talk about the terms…”
“Five million,” Kyla said firmly, without a moment’s hesitation.
There was a brief pause before the other end responded with a scoff. “Five million for a life? You’re not serious, Miss Wade.”
Desperation crept into Kyla’s voice.
This was no simple task, and the person on the line wasn’t easy to persuade.
“Eight million.” Kyla raised the offer.
“Still too low for the risk…”
“Ten million. That’s my last offer,” Kyla responded tersely.
The tone on the other end shifted from dismissive to obliging. “Well, Miss Wade, that’s more like it. I’ll take the job. Who’s
the target?”
Kyla articulated each syllable with precision. “Laura Stewart, at the downtown hospital.”
“Consider it done, Miss Wade. It will be handled discreetly, without any complications.”
Kyla hung up the phone and slumped onto the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
The ward was heavy with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Gradually, Sadie stirred, blinking away the grogginess of her
nap.
On the hospital bed, Laura lay still, the IV drip marking time with its consistent ticks, filling the quiet room with its sound.
“Grandma…” Sadie’s voice was faint, her throat parched.
She tried to sit up but her strength failed her; she could only manage to turn her head, her eyes catching sight of the white
lilies arranged on the bedside table.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a presence.
A doctor, fully garbed in a white coat, mask, and cap, was almost entirely obscured except for his eyes.
He was holding a syringe, moving towards Laura’s bed.
Sadie felt a surge of unease.
Her alertness sharpened, she attempted to get a clearer view of the doctor’s face, but he remained bowed, his features
hidden.
As he reached the bedside, he silently lifted Laura’s IV tube, poised to inject the contents of the syringe.
“Wait!” Sadie mustered all her energy to shout. “What are you administering to my grandma?”
The doctor froze, his posture tensing for a moment before he slowly faced Sadie.
Sweat was visible on his forehead under the bright lights of the ward, and his eyes betrayed a flicker of panic.
“I… It’s… it’s just a nutrient solution,” he stammered, voice shaking.
A heavy dread settled in Sadie’s stomach.
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