I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 65

Chapter 2

I worked tirelessly, holding down three jobs, to not only pay off the debt but also put my son through a prestigious university,

At just forty, I looked like I was seventy.

And then I fell terminally ill.

As I lay there, waiting for the end, I overheard my son on the phone with Michael.

“Dad, bring Aunt Alice back. She’s about to die, and you two can finally come home.”

“Who are you talking to?”

I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice.

It felt like my throat was stuffed with cotton, choking off my final breaths.

My son shot me an annoyed glance.

“You’re practically dead. Stop worrying about my business.”

He yanked the blanket over my head.

I wanted to throw it off, but my body was too weak to move.

Just as I was on the verge of suffocating, he suddenly ripped the blanket away.

The glaring light hurt my eyes, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

That only made him laugh.

“Still crying? Guess you’re not dead yet.”

I stared at the figure next to him, my eyes wide in disbelief.

“Michael?”

I barely got the words out before I started coughing violently.

My son rolled his eyes and slapped my back-hard.

“Cough it out already. Why don’t you just die?”

The searing pain in my back grounded me in the harsh reality.

It really was my husband, and Alice was with him.

Alice, standing tall and unbothered, casually covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief. “You’ve been through a lot.”

Her figure was slim and elegant, her face untouched by time.

She looked down at me with an icy smile.

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Chapter 2

“What do you think? I look good, don’t I? All thanks to your money.”

I was too stunned to respond.

“Michael, you’re alive?”

“But… why are you here together?”

Michael smiled at my question, as if humoring a dying woman’s curiosity.

“I never died.”

Maybe he thought I posed no threat anymore because he didn’t bother hiding the truth.

“That company was just a front for fundraising and money laundering.”

“It was already a sinking ship by the time I ‘collapsed.’ The authorities were closing in.”

“You think I wanted to give it up? That place was making millions a day.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Struggling, I forced myself to sit up.

“And the kidnapping of our son? That was you too?”

He nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, how else would you have agreed to pay up?”

David stood beside Michael, the spitting image of him, with a cold smirk on his face.

“A cold won’t kill you, but a daily dose of hydrogen chloride will do the trick.”

“I bought that insurance policy for you, and it matures tomorrow. Perfect timing to send you off.”

With that, he deftly removed my oxygen tube.

My breaths grew shallow, and I died right there.

I could still feel the sting of suffocation, but I shook off those dark thoughts and focused on demanding control of the company again.

Michael, of course, refused to hand it over.

“I’m fine now,” he said, finding excuses.

“You’ve never been involved in managing a company. If I leave it to you, it’ll just stress you out.”

He looked at me with feigned tenderness.

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