Chapter 1069 Heartache
Abella was shielded by the line of cars.
The drivers of the seven or eight white cars saw this and realized things were going south.
"If we don't bring her back, the boss won't pay us."
"Those black cars aren't with the girl. Let's get out and talk to them, tell them to stay out of this."
"We have to take her back. She hurt the boss badly, and she's going to make an example out of her."
"Are you crazy? Don't you recognize the license plate on that Bugatti? That's Phillipe's car! Run!"
Someone said this over the radio, and the white cars immediately turned around to flee.
But Phillipe's men pulled out their weapons and gave chase.
One white car was riddled with bullets, and everyone inside met their end.
Another white car was surrounded by three black cars and surrendered instantly.
A third white car was flipped over, rolling several times across the vast, empty plain.
Phillipe didn't join the chase. He opened the door of his silver car and gently lifted the bloodied Abella out.
"Where are you hurt?" Phillipe asked, his voice a mix of worry and anger. He placed her in the passenger seat of the Bugatti, his eyes red with emotion. "Who did this?"
"Just poisoned," Abella said, trying to smile to ease his worry. "Take me to Long Island Manor."
"I'm taking you to the hospital first," Phillipe insisted, getting into the car.
"No need," Abella said, her insides feeling like they were being torn apart. She clutched Phillipe's shirt. "I have medicine there."
Phillipe understood. Before leaving, he instructed his men to take Lauren to the hospital for treatment.
"Hang in there."
The Bugatti sped down the road.
Abella, sitting in the passenger seat, managed a weak smile. "Don't worry, I won't die."
Seeing her trying to be strong only made Phillipe's heart ache more.
He held her hand tightly, his voice filled with pain. "I couldn't reach you. I knew you and Sam went to the auction, and when I couldn't get in touch, I called Sam and found out you were missing. I checked the surveillance and saw you handed over your phone before getting in the car."
"So you tracked me down?" Abella noted his speed was faster than she had expected.
"Who did this?" Phillipe asked, glancing at her.
"Isla," Abella said with a faint, pale smile. "Jeff and Skylar are dead. She came for revenge."
Just then, Phillipe's phone rang. It was his men calling.
The call connected to the car's system, and his subordinate's voice came through the speakers.
"Mr. Bourbon, we've caught the person. It's Isla. Should we kill her?"
Abella spoke up, "We haven't figured everything out yet. Take her to the police station. I'll deal with her when I'm better."
Hearing her voice, the subordinate responded respectfully, "Yes, Ms. Medici."
Phillipe saw Abella's face growing paler and sped up to get her back to Long Island Manor.
Everyone in the Medici family was shocked to see Abella's blood-soaked clothes.
"Abella, my dear," Kimberly cried, both heartbroken and worried. "What happened?"
She and Beckett had just returned from dinner with their future in-laws, only to find Phillipe carrying Abella into the living room.
Abella looked severely injured and weak.
"Mrs. Medici, Abella's been poisoned. Her antidote is upstairs. I'll explain everything later," Phillipe said urgently, carrying Abella upstairs and laying her on her bed.
Abella's room was large, with a walk-in closet and various sections.
One section had a wall of shelves where she stored different medicines.
"Start from the left, first row, third column. There's a clear bottle with white pills. Crush half a pill and mix it with water," Abella instructed softly.
Phillipe did as she said.
"First row, seventh column on the left, there's a white bottle with light green capsules. Take two, empty the powder into the water."
Phillipe followed her instructions.
Abella named a few more medicines, and Phillipe prepared them all, bringing the mixed solution to her.
Abella suddenly coughed up blood.
Phillipe gently wiped her mouth and helped her drink the medicine, wetting her lips.
Phillipe wiped them dry.
"Find me some clean clothes. I'll change when I feel better."
Phillipe fetched a comfortable set of loungewear from the closet.
"I need to rest. You should go."
Phillipe stepped outside, knowing Abella needed to recover.
"How is she? Is she feeling better?" Kimberly asked anxiously as Phillipe came out. "Does she need to go to the hospital? Is it serious?"
"Abella has her medicine. She said she'll be fine after some rest," Phillipe reassured softly.
"What's with all the blood?" Kimberly asked again.
"She was poisoned and coughed up blood."
"We were worried she couldn't handle it alone, so we called Mr. Wilson. He's on his way," Beckett said, fearing any mishap. Having Rodolfo there gave him peace of mind.
"Who did this?" Kimberly pressed.
Phillipe recounted the events, making Beckett and Kimberly furious.
"That Isla! We spared her, and she dares to retaliate like this," Kimberly fumed. "Which police station is she at? I'm going to deal with her right now and get justice for Abella!"
"I'm coming too!" Beckett couldn't believe Isla had the nerve to harm his daughter. He was determined to make her pay.
"Let's wait until Abella deals with her first," Phillipe suggested.
"Abella wants to handle it herself? Then we'll wait." Kimberly decided to let her daughter vent her anger first. If they dealt with Isla too soon, Abella wouldn't get her chance.
Kimberly gritted her teeth. "We'll deal with her later!"
When Rodolfo arrived, he examined Abella and found her condition had stabilized.
After testing her blood, he realized, "This poison is extremely potent. How did Abella manage to hold on and still instruct others on the antidote..."
Such strong willpower was beyond ordinary.
"Is the poison really that strong?" Kimberly asked, even more worried.
"If an average person were poisoned like this, they wouldn't last this long or stay conscious. The pain is like undergoing a C-section without anesthesia, but twice as painful."
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