The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 136

Jensen's expression instantly shattered.

"Professor, what exactly do you mean it wasn't a painkiller?"

Harrison cast a glacial glare at Lilah, who was now writhing on the icy ground. Her lips had turned a bruised purple, and every frantic gasp sounded like a busted, wheezing bellows.

"Help..." She clawed weakly at the air, aiming for Harrison's boots. "Save me... antidote..."

"See for yourself,"

Harrison declared, his voice as frigid as an Antarctic lake. "Sloane's bottle only contained regular pain medication. Anyone could swallow one and be completely fine. But she's visibly crashing from poisoning, which means whatever she just ingested was never medicine... it was lethal!"

As if right on cue, Lilah's body seized violently, and a horrific spray of blood tore past her lips.

It wasn't crimson, but a grotesque, coagulated blackish-red.

"You..." Lilah gagged, her voice scraping out of her dying throat. "You guys... already... knew..."

She couldn't finish the sentence.

Her limbs gave out, and she collapsed entirely into the snow.

The sickening splash of dark blood stained the pristine white frost as she lay face-down, utterly motionless.

"Lilah!"

Witnessing the carnage, Jensen let out a gut-wrenching roar that echoed off the sheer walls of the glacier.

The very next second, he whipped a tactical combat blade from his waist and charged blindly at Josh. "Josh, I'll tear your heart out!"

The steel slashed through the icy air, yet Josh didn't even blink.

His dark eyes locked onto the blade, his feet shifting effortlessly across the ice to dodge the lethal arc. Using the momentum, he dropped his shoulder and slammed ruthlessly into Jensen's chest, resulting in a sickening thud that sent the man stumbling backward.

Before Jensen could even recover his footing, a chilling metallic click rang out.

A loaded gun was now jammed squarely against his temple.

Right then, a calm, commanding female voice sliced through the chaos.

"Don't panic, Coach, I'd be happy to explain exactly what's happening."

Sloane had opened her eyes and risen to her feet without anyone noticing. She stood perfectly upright, her complexion still pale but her dark eyes completely lucid, gleaming with the lethal clarity of polished obsidian.

She glanced at the dead girl in the snow, then at the man held at gunpoint, calmly brushing the frost from her jacket.

"I didn't have a migraine," she stated softly. "It was a setup."

Jensen's face visibly crumbled.

"I just wanted to see if Lilah would actually go through with poisoning me..."

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Unbeknownst to anyone, a gentle snowfall had begun to drift through the freezing night.