I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 68

Chapter 5

Ten years ago, on our eighth wedding anniversary, I caught Michael flirting with another woman for the first time.

To make it up to me, he tried to appease me by signing the donation agreement, something he knew I cared about deeply.

He also transferred a large sum of money into my name as compensation.

“I didn’t actually want to be with her,” he pleaded.

“I just thought that if I gave her some stability, she’d be more motivated to work for the company.”

“Everything I do is for our family.”

His words were sincere, and even our son begged me not to be mad.

I forgave him then.

But over time, he only became worse.

Especially after Alice came into the picture.

He completely pushed me aside.

And then he plotted to kill me for the insurance money.

Too bad for him-I wasn’t giving him that chance.

As I watched my son try to block the doctors, his eyes darting constantly toward Alice, I felt a wave of disgust.

I gestured for the doctors to proceed.

“Don’t waste any more time. The organs won’t stay viable.”

My son tried to fight them again, but I called for security to hold him back.

Then I grabbed Alice by the arm.

“Dr. Brown, there’s no need for you to assist here. Stay with me instead.”

Inside the operating room, I could see through the glass as the doctor prepared.

Alice trembled next to me, her forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.

As the doctor unbuttoned Michael’s shirt and raised the scalpel, the metallic glint reflected painfully in the light.

Suddenly, Alice yanked her arm free and bolted into the room.

“Stop! He’s not dead!”

Her shout startled the doctor, and the scalpel slipped from his hand, plunging directly into Michael’s chest.

Michael jolted upright, clutching his chest, his hand coming away covered in blood.

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I Was His Allergen. She Was The Cure What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

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Chapter 5

He stared down in horror at the knife sticking out of him.

“What’s going on?” he gasped.

“Alice, didn’t you say I just had to play dead?”

All eyes turned to Alice.

Her face went pale, then flushed red.

She couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, stammering as she tried to explain.

“I-I swear I checked. There were no signs of life. How could he still be alive?”

The donation center staff retrieved the signed death certificate.

“Are you Alice Brown? This is your signature, correct?”

Alice grabbed the document and tore it to pieces.

“The equipment must have malfunctioned. Everything’s fine now.”

The doctor stood there, stunned by her actions.

I pulled out my phone.

“Alice Brown, you just attempted to kill someone. Is this how you practice medicine?”

Panic-stricken, Alice turned to Michael.

“Michael, you know me-I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Finally, Michael began to grasp the situation.

Ignoring the knife in his chest, he stepped in front of Alice protectively.

“Let it go. It’s not a big deal.”

I stared at him, my eyes burning with anger.

“Not a big deal? You almost died!”

“It was just a mistake with the equipment. Do you have to blow everything out of proportion?” Michael snapped.

“You’re always nitpicking about everything. How did I ever fall for you in the first place?”

My son stormed over, snatching my phone and smashing it to the ground.

“If it weren’t for Aunt Alice, my dad would already be dead! Instead of thanking her, you want to call the police? You’re the coldest, most

heartless mom ever!”

“I wish Aunt Alice was my mother instead of you!”

His words, filled with disgust, cut me to the core.

I stepped back, my body trembling as icy coldness seeped through my veins.

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