However, Isabella's initial excitement quickly gave way to a determined calm.
Her most pressing need was the antidote.
“Why is there only a prescription? Where's the antidote? Hurry up and bring it out!” She demanded, her face now wearing a stern expression.
Alvin, on the other hand, underwent a stark transformation in his attitude, as if he had nothing left to lose.
“Whether I give it to you or not, you're going to turn me over to the police anyway. Since you're not making things easy for me, why should I make things easy for you?”
He continued to chuckle coldly, despite his pale and pained appearance.
“Isabella, you want to save that old man, don't you? Well, I won't let you succeed. You can just watch helplessly as he takes his last breath!”
In the end, he even started to laugh.
Isabella was a mixture of anxiety and anger, her frustration mounting to the point where she wished she could deliver a few well-deserved slaps to Alvin.
However, before she could act on her impulses, Ian took the initiative, and his actions were far more severe.
He started with two fierce kicks to Alvin's chest, followed by brutally stepping on his face and grinding down hard.
Then, with an unsettling smirk, Ian produced a small knife from somewhere, twirling it menacingly in his hand while sizing up Alvin.
“In my hands, there's no mouth that can't be pried open. Since you don't want to cooperate, I'll indulge you. Tell me, where should I begin? Your fingers? Well, your arm's already broken, so let's consider the next option. How about ruining your legs too? In a moment, I'll slice them, one cut at a time, letting you savor the agony of teetering on the brink of death. How does that sound?”
Amidst their conversation, he tugged at Alvin's pants.
Alvin, enduring the pain of being stepped on and kicked, was already in excruciating agony. Recognizing that Ian was becoming increasingly serious, he promptly begged for mercy.
“No, no, no! Please, don't do this. I beg you. I-I'll tell you everything!”
Isabella watched with great satisfaction. She urged impatiently, “Well, don't just stand there, spill!”
Alvin glanced at Jean, then at Ian, before he reluctantly admitted, “Actually... there is no antidote.”
Upon hearing those words, all the blood in Isabella's body surged to her head, nearly causing her to faint.
She stormed up to him in anger and gave him a tight slap.
“B*stard! Are you even human?!”
How can I save Grandpa without an antidote?
Nonetheless, her anger wasn't going to change anything.
Half an hour later, the police arrived, and Alvin and his assistant were taken away.
“Mr. Beauvort, Ms. Garcia, Ms. Lopez, rest assured, we now have irrefutable evidence. These two individuals will not escape and will face legal punishment.”
After hearing what the police had to say, Neera gave a nod of satisfaction.
After the police left, the group also left.
Neera was too worried about Isabella to let her go home alone seeing that she was in such disarray. Hence, she took her back to her place.
By the time they arrived home, it was already late in the evening.
Upon seeing Isabella's appearance, Adriana was taken aback.
“Isabella, how did you end up like this? Are you hurt? Come here, let me take a look.”
The triplets were also worried as they gathered around.
Isabella answered in a hoarse voice, “I'm fine, I'm not hurt, don't worry...”
Neera explained the situation on her behalf.
Upon hearing about such a terrifying incident, Adriana's heart pounded with fear.
“You poor girl, you've had a tough time. But thankfully, you're all right.”
The triplets also comforted her.
“Godmother, it's all right now, the bad guys have been caught by the police. They will get what they deserve!”
“Indeed, please stay here tonight and have a good rest. Everything will be better tomorrow.”
Isabella, having just experienced the betrayal of a loved one, felt a warmth in her heart upon seeing everyone's concern for her.
She nodded in agreement. After exchanging a few words with the group, she checked the time and said, “It's getting late. I need to call my family. Otherwise, my parents will be worried sick.”
Neera nodded, then turned to look at Jean.
“You should also rest up. You've been a great help tonight. Without you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to save Bell.”
Jean gently ruffled her hair, his gaze soft and warm.
“She's your friend. How could I possibly stand by and do nothing? Don't overthink it. Spend some time with her tonight. I won't intrude on you two. Remember to rest early.”
“All right, got it.”
Later that night, Jean retired to the adjacent room.
Neera took Isabella to the guest room to freshen up. Afterward, Neera brought her a comforting cup of warm milk.
The two best friends sat side by side at the head of the bed, finally in the mood for a heartfelt conversation.
“So this is what it feels like to be plotted against and persecuted by your own family. I guess today I truly understand what you've been through before,” Isabella said in a subdued voice, her heart heavy with empathy.
Neera bumped her shoulder lightly. “Don't overthink it. Sometimes, people with no blood relation can be more like family than actual relatives. There's no need to be hung up on such things.”
Isabella sighed. “You're right, there's no need to be upset over a scumbag like Alvin. He's not worth it.”
Then, she swiftly changed the subject to the one that worried her the most.
“Neera, what should I do now? Can Grandpa recover without the antidote? Can that prescription be of any use?”
Neera reassured her friend, “Don't worry, even though there's no antidote, having the prescription makes things much easier. Get a good night's rest, try not to dwell on anything, and recharge your spirit. You still have to return to the hospital tomorrow; there's still a lot to handle, and you can't afford to waver now. Regarding your grandfather, don't fret. Tomorrow morning, I'll go directly to the research institute and give it my all to develop a cure. There's hope.”
Moved, Isabella held her hand tightly and nodded.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Isabella went back to the hospital to take care of things; while Neera headed to the research institute.
Jean personally sent her to the research institute. Upon their arrival, he asked, “What time are you getting off tonight?”
Neera unbuckled her seatbelt and vaguely replied, “I don't know.”
Jean couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.
“So you're saying, you're definitely going to pull an all-nighter again, right?”
Neera turned to look at him, her eyes curving into a smile. She leaned in and kissed him.
“Can't you be a bit more flexible? It's just for a couple of days... After all, a human life is at stake. I believe my handsome fiancé will be understanding, right?”
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean)
What kind of stupid confusion is this, how come she didn't know that the my bourvart they are talking about is Jean?...
Author uses too many words to describe useless things and then don't clarify others, who is this aunts friend. Neere went to play golf with who?...
Why is she keeping so many secrets from Jean?...
is it too much to ask, when are they going to know that Jean is the father of her triplets???? the man that night 6yrs ago is Jean???!!!!!!...
Chapter 328, did Alfonso not meet Jeann before, how does he not recognise him huh...
I'm a bit confused, does Roxanna not know that her sister is married..this chapter makes it look like she doesn't know but they already went to Jean for money huh...
Too many words to explain somethings, it's a waste.......
Good Day Dear Author! i just want to ask, why it cant read in normal format? the sentences for every chapter is cut, almost half of the sentence is cut thats why cant read it as whole. Thankyou....