The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 344

344.Chapter 344

“Tina.” A shadowy figure appeared in an instant, landing beside Benedict.

Tina reached out to check his condition, then turned to Eliza and said bluntly, “He’s dying.”

Eliza was dumbfounded. ‘Dying?‘ She frowned and hesitated before stepping forward to check Benedict’s pulse herself. ‘Huh?‘ Eliza’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at Benedict in surprise. ‘What’s happening to him? Did someone poison

him?

‘Who would dare poison the eldest son of the Duke’s estate?

‘And why does his pulse feel oddly familiar?

As Eliza was about to examine him further, Benedict, who had been unconscious, suddenly budged. His previously weak and erratic pulse abruptly returned to normal. It happened so suddenly and strangely.

“Eliza, is that you?” Benedict’s vision was still blurry as he slowly regained consciousness.

Seeing a figure before him, he instinctively reached out to grab it. But Eliza, having anticipated this, quickly stepped back just in time.

When Benedict’s vision cleared, he realized the person he had grabbed wasn’t his sister, but a woman dressed entirely in black.

Amidst the crowd watching from afar, Gabriel slapped Matthew across the face without mercy.

Meanwhile, Tina sharply swatted her hand away. Even with a mask covering her face, Benedict could sense the intense disdain in her actions.

Scrambling awkwardly to his feet, Benedict muttered, “Apologies, Miss. I thought you were my sister.”

He had been worried Eliza might slip away again, so he instinctively reached out to grab her, only to realize he’d grabbed the

wrong person.

Tina ignored his apology entirely, turning to stand behind Eliza. Her icy gaze locked onto him, as cold and lifeless as if she were staring at a corpse.

Their relationship had come to this point because of him. Forcing a weak smile, Benedict responded to her earlier remark.” My health has been acting up lately, and I didn’t expect it to get this bad so quickly.”

Eliza raised her eyebrows. “You think you’ve got some terminal illness?”

“Am I not already on the brink of death? If this isn’t a terminal illness, then what is?” Benedict’s pale face twisted into a faint, self–deprecating smile.

Lately, Benedict had been fainting for no reason, unable to sleep or eat properly. He had lost so much weight in less than half a month that he looked like a lost soul. He wasn’t far from looking like a zombie.

Eliza suddenly let out a sharp laugh; her disdai.

Benedict froze. “I didn’t suffer from terminal illness?”

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