The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 618

"I've practiced medicine for decades, and I have never seen such an exquisite technique," one of the senior doctors murmurs, mesmerized. "Her precision is supernatural."

"Agreed," another specialist whispers back. "And I've never seen needles forged like that. She must have custom-designed them herself."

Their hushed tones are thick with newfound admiration.

Hearing the experts praise her enemy sends a surge of irritation through Bonnie. "She probably just got lucky. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut," she mutters under her breath.

A lethal glare from Zoey finally forces Bonnie to snap her mouth shut. Julianna remains silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes track Tara's every move with intense, calculating scrutiny.

Deaf to the chatter, Tara remains locked in her zone. Her gaze is sharp, her hands steady, twisting and sinking the needles with perfect depth and rhythm. Gradually, a faint flush of color returns to the matriarch's terrifyingly pale face, and the jagged rise and fall of her chest smooths into a steady rhythm.

Next, Tara carefully tips a vial of dark, custom-blended medicine past Lindsay's lips, letting the liquid slide smoothly down her throat. She had formulated this specific compound tailored entirely to the old woman's failing system.

Moments after swallowing the liquid, the color in Lindsay's cheeks deepens—right before her body violently convulses. She begins coughing violently, hacking up massive mouthfuls of dark, coagulated blood.

The gruesome sight sends a shockwave of terror through the room.

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