The Heiress Reborn With A Mystic Space (Lillian) novel Chapter 1101

Uriel felt the world spinning. She had known Renee would never let the past go, but she never imagined the woman would use her own niece to commit such a deranged act. Shaking with fury, she marched up to Renee.

"Why? Why would you do this? If you hate us, come for us! Why hurt my son? He had nothing to do with what happened back then. Why would you go this far?"

"Why?" Renee let out a sharp, cold laugh. "Is it not obvious? To make you suffer, of course. He is your only son. If he suffers, you will be in agony for the rest of your lives. My niece may be a hopeless fool, but she completed her mission quite well. I am satisfied."

Lilian’s fingers trembled as she kept her hand on Sebastian’s pulse, her eyes scanning his condition. She looked up at Renee, her voice like ice. "Something is wrong. His pulse is not showing any physiological abnormalities. What did you do?"

"Of course it isn't," Renee replied with a mocking smirk. "I know you are a skilled doctor, Lilian, but it is useless this time. I am the expert when it comes to neurotoxins. However, Triny was mistaken. That drug does not make someone fall in love. It is a cutting-edge neurotoxin. One drop is all it takes to surge toward the heart and brain. It will slowly strip away his senses and consciousness. In forty-eight hours, once the poison has fully permeated his organs, you can start preparing his funeral."

"No. I do not believe you," Lilian snapped.

Renee’s smile widened with triumph. "Believe what you want. Take a blade to his skin and see for yourself. His blood should be turning blue by now."

Lilian rushed to a nearby long table, grabbed a small knife, and made a quick incision on Sebastian’s finger. A streak of blue blood immediately welled up from the cut.

"So because you could not have the man you wanted, you intend to make us suffer for a lifetime?" Uriel stared at Renee with a look of pure, raw hatred.

"Exactly," Renee said, her lips curling into a sinister grin. "Watching your only son die while you stand by helplessly... that is true agony. Does it hurt? Are you starting to regret how you treated me? Perhaps if you beg me, I might feel a flicker of pity and look into developing an antidote. Of course, that is assuming your son is strong enough to survive that long."

She threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the silent hall.