Madeline raised her eyes slightly as she spoke.
“But I feel sorry for the child in her womb. It’s tragic for the child to have parents like you.”
Madeline’s words completely wiped away the arrogance and smirk on Carter’s face.
“Eveline, do you think you would be able to stand here now if Shirley hadn’t given you the only vial of anti-toxoid test reagent?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t be standing here. I ought to be showing my gratitude to the woman who had poisoned me and subsequently provided me with the anti-toxoid test reagent, am I right?”
Carter’s expression darkened further, but he could not find a retort for Madeline’s comment.
In a matter of seconds, his mind felt like a mess.
Although Shirley’s current condition was better than expected, which gave him some comfort, he was still terribly upset at the thought of the poison
that was still in Shirley’s body, threatening the birth of their child that was still in Shirley’s womb.
At this moment, yet another layer of frustration fell upon Carter as Jeremy spoke once again.
“Carter, don’t think that I’m unaware of what you’re planning to do in Glendale. I’m telling you—I won’t give you the opportunity. You’d better abandon that thought, return to St. Piaf, and assume your position as Viscount. “
As Jeremy’s voice fell, Carter’s forehead creased gloomily. His frown, however, began to relax a moment later, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a half-smile.
“I’ve never failed to accomplish what I want so far.”
Upon finishing his sentence, he turned around in an unrestrained manner.
Jeremy calmly stared at the back of Carter’s figure as Carter walked away without restrain, then spoke evenly.
“Carter, you won’t always get what you want. You just wait and see.”
Following Jeremy’s words, Carter stopped in his tracks.
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