The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 523

Holding Jasper against his chest and feeling the little boy's fragile warmth, a dull, heavy ache settled in Lance's heart.

His thoughts drifted to his older brother, Jackson.

Growing up, Jackson had always been fiercely protective of him. No matter what trouble Lance got into, his brother was always there to shield him.

Yet now, Lance couldn't even protect the only child Jackson had left behind.

Lance squeezed his eyes shut, forcing down the profound agony swirling in his gaze.

Jasper soon fell asleep. Lance gently carried the boy into his bedroom and tucked him into bed. The moment he turned around, he caught Felice peering nervously from the doorway.

He walked straight toward her.

Felice scrambled backward several steps, not daring to meet his eyes.

Lance stared at her with a freezing glare. "Did you know that the poison you gave him doesn't have an antidote?"

Felice froze instantly. She looked up at him and shook her head frantically. "That's impossible."

Grandma had sworn that the woman who made the poisons was a genius, and that every toxin had a corresponding cure.

That was the only reason she had chosen the most potent poison that wouldn't kill instantly.

Her plan had always been to secretly administer the cure once she had secured her place by her son's side.

"Then tell me, have you received the actual cure over the past few days?"

Before her mind could fully process the situation, Lance's voice cut through her thoughts again.

Felice turned deathly pale, her lips quivering. "What... what do you mean?"

Lance didn't even want to look at her anymore. He turned on his heel and headed downstairs, walking out of the house entirely.

Felice stood frozen in place, her entire body shaking violently.

Had Lance tracked down the poison maker?

He hadn't gotten the antidote, which was why he was saying this.

"Grandma, what are we going to do if there's no antidote?" Felice sounded on the verge of a hysterical breakdown.

Winnie paused, clearly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Felice pulled at her own hair in distress. "There is no antidote for that poison! Have you gotten in touch with that woman? Did she give you the cure?"

Winnie finally grasped the severity of the situation. "She hasn't replied to any of my messages... Felice, are you telling me there is no cure for the poison at all? Does that mean your son is..."

"Yes... my son is going to die." Felice finally burst into tears, collapsing onto the floor. "What do I do? My son is dying, what am I supposed to do?"

Winnie was equally stunned. She never could have imagined that Lorelei hadn't actually developed an antidote.

It took her a moment to shake off the shock before she quickly replied, "Don't panic, don't panic. Jasper is the only heir in the next generation of the Adams Family. He is the future of The Adams Group. Lance will never just sit back and let him die. Don't lose your head over this. For now, you just need to be perfectly obedient. Don't do anything to anger Lance, and he won't throw you out."

Felice sobbed into the phone. "Grandma, will that really work?"

"Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?" Winnie said, soothing her frayed nerves.