At that crucial moment, Avery managed to react on time by running up to higher ground despite her legs turning to jelly, causing the snake to lose sight of her for a second.
With that, she narrowly escaped a lethal attack.
How did something so dangerous get inside here?
Avery's legs were weak, and her stomach was in great pain. She simply didn't have the strength to continue running.
There were stairs in front of the mansion, and although every step she took felt especially draining, she could only steel herself and keep going.
The venomous snakes began to catch up. Just as the biggest one was about to strike, James returned from the same path he had left on and yelled in fright, “Mrs. Moore!”
Then, he spotted a wooden shovel nearby—the one Zachary and Rory normally used for gardening. Spurred by a sudden burst of courage, he picked up the tool and struck the snake in the head.
In spite of the light weight of the shovel, James used so much force that the snake took a heavy blow, further aggravating it and causing it to slither toward him even more quickly with a hiss.
No longer caring about the difference in hierarchy between Avery and himself, he carried the pregnant woman and dashed toward the building.
The entrance was in sight, and James kicked the door to the bedroom open before putting Avery down.
Just as he was about to close the door, he felt a sharp pain in his leg. Bearing it, the man mustered the last of his strength to slam the door shut, making sure every snake remained outside.
“L-Lock the door, Mrs. Moore. Don't... Don't go outside...” Suddenly, James felt his head spin as his body twitched, and he collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.
On the verge of tears, Avery knelt down and called out his name relentlessly, “James!”
Yet, it was no use. James could hear nothing, for he had lost consciousness.
Upon folding one side of his trousers up, Avery noticed two bite marks on James' leg.
The area around the wound had begun to swell up, indicating that he had been poisoned.
Avery was filled with both remorse and gratitude when she saw how pale James had become. If he hadn't saved her at that very moment, she would have been the one injured by now.
Still, now was not the time to grieve. I have to find the antidote and save him.
Disregarding the pain in her belly, an anxious Avery lugged her tired body to the room next to the study on the second floor.
It was a medium-sized medicine room with a large array of drugs for both internal and external use. However, most of them were non-prescription medications meant for treating colds, stomach aches, and other common illnesses.
Avery recalled that there were injectable antidotes somewhere in the mansion, given that it was located halfway up a mountain and surrounded by lush greenery crawling with ants, spiders, and other similar creatures.
Most of these animals were harmless, and since the mansion took great measures in regard to pest control, there was hardly a need for antidotes.
Even so, that didn't mean there was no antidote. It was necessary to be prepared for the unexpected.
People often panic during moments of desperation.
The more one tries to find something, the more likely it won't appear. In contrast, that something will be in plain sight when one isn't looking for it.
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