The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 654

"I'm sure you have a way to save him. The medical field has advanced so much. I'm sure you can treat Blake's eyes," Lacey insisted.

"There's one option—an eye transplant. But… I don't think anyone's willing to donate their eyes," the doctor said.

Upon hearing that, a vicious thought brewed in Lacey's mind.

Once the doctor left, Uriah said, "Blake has suffered so much. We need to inform the authorities at once and get them to catch that punk!"

"No need. We'll handle this ourselves," Lacey said.

She wouldn't be able to carry out the idea she just had if the authorities got involved.

"What are you going to do, Mrs. Jessop?" Uriah asked curiously.

"That has nothing to do with you," Lacey retorted icily. She had no reason to explain her idea to a lackey.

"Come with me, Fergus," Lacey said.

"Coming."

All along, Fergus obeyed Lacey's every word because her father, Jerry, was a high-ranking politician and one of the king's most trusted subjects.

Once they walked to a quiet corner, he asked, "What is it, dear?"

"The doctor said Blake might be losing vision in one eye. Have you thought about what we can do to stop that?" Lacey asked.

Instead of informing him of her plan right away, she decided to ask him for his opinion first.

"Even the doctor said we don't have any options available, so how should I know what we can do? I've heard of people donating their corneas but not their eyes!" Fergus said.

"You're such an idiot! We can just gouge out someone's eyeballs!" Lacey declared venomously.

"What did you say?" Fergus was flabbergasted.

"What's with your reaction? Blake's a prince among men. We can't let him go blind. We must find a suitable donor for him at all costs," Lacey said.

"You're right, dear. Blake's our precious son. Everyone would surely judge him if he goes blind in one eye," Fergus said.

"That's right. I guess you're not completely hopeless after all. We can't let our family become a laughingstock. That'll only humiliate my father," Lacey said with a nod.

"Do you have a plan, dear? Do you know where we can find a suitable eye donor?" Fergus asked.

"Hadn't Uriah and Scott told us everything we needed to know? We can just get an eyeball from that bastard who beat up Blake! When the time comes, we'll just hire a surgeon to perform the surgery in private," Lacey declared.

Fergus' expression lit up. Smiling, he exclaimed, "You're so smart, dear! Why didn't I think of that? Since that bastard injured Blake, it's only right that we make him pay!"

"That's right. By doing this, we'll not only avenge Blake, but we'll also make sure he recovers and gets to be a normal person. However, we have to get a private surgeon for this. The hospitals won't help us with this surgery!" Lacey said.

"Sure! We'll do as you say, dear. How should we deal with those people?" Fergus asked.

"We should kill them, of course. Don't tell me you think we should keep them around," Lacey said with a scoff.

She spoke of killing a few people as if it were nothing.

"Are you sure we should do that? Won't it cause trouble for us? We're talking about a few lives here," Fergus said in concern.

"How is it going to cause trouble for us? Don't forget who my father is. He's a high-ranking politician.