Walker Grant held Noah in his arms, feeling the child’s warmth, a dull ache spreading through his heart.
He thought of his older brother, Julian Grant.
Ever since they were children, his older brother had always protected him. No matter what he did, his brother would shield him from the consequences.
But now, he couldn’t even protect his brother’s only child.
Walker Grant closed his eyes, suppressing the anguish deep within them.
Noah quickly fell asleep. He laid the child on the bed in the room, and when he turned around, he saw Sunny Reed peeking around the doorway.
He walked straight over to her.
Sunny Reed stumbled back several steps, not daring to even look at him.
Walker Grant looked at her with cold eyes. "Did you know? The poison you gave him has no antidote."
Hearing this, Sunny Reed froze. She looked at him and shook her head. "That’s impossible."
’Grandma said that woman was brilliant—that for every poison she created, she also made a corresponding antidote.’
’So, she had chosen the most potent poison that wouldn’t be immediately fatal.’
’Once she had secured her place by her son’s side, she would secretly give him the antidote.’
"In that case, have you gotten the antidote over the past few days?"
Before she could even finish her thought, Walker Grant’s voice cut in.
At his words, Sunny Reed’s face paled, and her lips trembled. "Wh-what do you mean?"
But Walker Grant didn’t want to look at her any longer and left, heading straight downstairs.
Sunny Reed stood frozen to the spot, her whole body trembling.
’Did Walker Grant find the person who made the poison?’
’He couldn’t get the antidote, that’s why he’s saying this.’

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