After All the Hurt, She Chose Herself novel Chapter 150

Roxanne hurriedly called Hazel.

A few seconds later, Hazel answered.

“Mrs. Rowan, has Ms. Rowan’s condition worsened so quickly? I can come over to deliver more medicine anytime…”

“Tell me, how many times did you deliver the medicine! What’s the total dosage! Aria has developed an antidote, and we can cure Lilith!”

Roxanne impatiently cut Hazel off.

On the other end of the line, Hazel’s voice hitched. She gripped her phone tightly, feeling her head spin.

Aria had developed an antidote? If Lilith was cured, wouldn’t she be kicked out of the Rowan family’s lab?

No!

She couldn’t leave!

Roxanne urged, “Hurry up and tell me!”

“50mg!” Hazel blurted out. “From the beginning until now, a total of 50mg has been used!”

Aria frowned. “Are you sure?”

Somehow, that didn’t seem right.

But she had never used such a large dose on the lab mice, so she couldn't be certain.

Aria spoke again. “Hazel, a life is on the line. You have to be precise!”

Hazel insisted, “It was 50mg!”

Roxanne quickly hung up the phone. “She told you the dosage. Hurry up and tell us how much medicine to use!”

If it was 50mg, then the antidote she had prepared would be just enough.

However, to be on the safe side, Aria still said, “Since I’m not clear on the exact usage, I can’t guarantee the antidote will be completely effective, nor can I make any promises about her condition afterward. If you agree, you can administer this solution. If not, you can find another way.”

She couldn’t put herself on the line just to save someone.

The choice was left to Gideon and the others. Aria had said her piece and left.

Harold’s eyes darted around. Seeing Aria leave, he also slipped out quietly.

“Aria, wait for me!”

Charles frowned and took the water from Harold’s hand. “There’s a major crisis at home, and you’re out here doing this?”

He glanced at Aria. “Irrelevant personnel should leave immediately.”

Aria was more than happy to leave. She didn’t hesitate and turned to walk away.

“That water…” Harold stared at the glass in Charles’s hand, looking nervous. “Give it to me, I’ll go get rid of it…”

“Charles…”

From the guest room, Flora’s weak, pained voice called out as she clutched her stomach.

Charles glanced at Harold, then carried the glass of water into the guest room. “Still hurts a lot? Drink some water.”

Flora nodded miserably.

Harold was about to stop him, but he saw Charles already helping Flora drink the water. He froze.

Well, they were engaged anyway. So what if they slept together?

With that thought, he quietly turned and left.