The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 202

"Yes! I've felt exactly like that for days," Lana admits, her eyes wide. She had assumed the chest tightness was just anxiety over her ruined face.

"Exactly. Give it a few more days, and your airways will completely lock up. You'll drop dead," Tara says matter-of-factly.

"What—what do I do?" Lana stammers, her skepticism evaporating into pure panic.

"Take this. Your symptoms will ease by tomorrow, and your skin will begin to heal." Tara holds out her hand. Resting in her palm is a large, pitch-black pill.

Lana eyes it warily. "Is this safe? Where is the manufacturer's label? I swear, if this is some black-market knockoff..." Her recent trauma with unregulated products has left her terrified.

"Take it if you trust me. If not, I'm leaving. My time is valuable," Tara says, her patience wearing thin.

She formulated this antidote herself. It isn't something money can buy. Created using the cutting-edge technology at The National Institute of Pharmaceutical Research, this drug hasn't even hit the commercial market. It is a privilege reserved for high-ranking officials and elite VIPs.

Lana stares at the massive pill and finally caves. If Tara is right, she is dead anyway. And if her face stays looking like a melted nightmare, she'd rather be dead. "How do I even swallow this?"

"It dissolves. Take it with warm water," Tara instructs.

Aunt Kellen immediately steps forward, handing Lana a glass of water. Pushing past her lingering doubts, Lana pops the pill into her mouth and takes a deep swallow.

"Ugh, it's so bitter!" she gags, clutching her throat.

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