Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 1397

Traffic was light at night. Luke floored the gas pedal and arrived at the mansion in about half an hour.

There was no one in the living room. Luke guessed that Gale and Rain were both in the basement, so he went down the stairs.

As expected, Gale and Rain were there.

"Boss," Gale greeted Luke as soon as he saw him.

"What's the situation?" Luke glanced at the impostor Bianca lying on the bed. Her skin was wrinkled and waxy, and she had lost all her vigor.

"Our drugs won't be able to keep her alive for much longer," Rain said as she stepped aside. Earlier, she had given the impostor Bianca a dose of sedative and a dose of painkillers.

Since two hours ago, the impostor Bianca had been screaming in pain whenever she was conscious. She even tried to ram her head against the wall, and Rain had no other choice but to give her a double dose of drugs.

A normal person could not withstand the double dose, but if Rain had not done that, the impostor Bianca might have been dead by now.

"Luke Crawford." The impostor Bianca was panting heavily as the last shreds of her lucidity slipped away under the effects of the sedative.

Luke looked at her. "What else do you have to say?"

The impostor Bianca grimaced when she saw that Luke did not show her the slightest hint of sympathy. As the painkillers took effect and the pain vanished, she began to grin brazenly.

Rain took a step back when she saw the unnerving grin on the impostor's face.

She could not help but think that the mysterious doctor on the Island of Despair was extremely cruel to invent such a poison. Shortly after one stopped taking the antidote, they would rapidly wither like a dried corpse…

Not only that, they would be in abject agony…

Even though Rain had not experienced the agony herself, she could tell that it was extremely painful.

The impostor Bianca grunted and glared hatefully at Luke. "Aren't you always looking for your wife? Let me tell you, you won't be able to find her. Once she falls into that man's hands, she's as good as dead."

Luke clenched his fists tightly. "Do you know her?"

Tears began to flow down the impostor Bianca's cheeks as she stared at the ceiling. "I don't know her, but it'll be impossible for you to find her. Even if she's still alive, she'll hate you for taking so long to find her. Just… give up. If I can't find true love, you won't be able to either. She'll hate you… for the rest of her life…"

She did not beg because her condition had gone past the point of no return. Abel would not believe that she did not betray him anyway. Her voice became weaker and weaker until she fell into unconsciousness.

Luke looked at the woman on the bed. In only two days, she seemed to have aged twenty years.

"Boss, shall I wake her up?" Rain asked.

"There's no need. She's not going to last for long." Even though Luke was not proficient in medicine, he could tell that the impostor was one foot in the grave.

Rain nodded.

Gale said, "Even if she wakes up, she'll only be screaming in pain. We won't be able to obtain any useful information from her."

They did not have to torture her. The poison from the Island of Despair was torturous enough.

Luke glanced at her coldly. Those words rang in his ears.

He had to admit that he had fallen into a trap. Otherwise, he would not have stopped searching for the real Bianca.