Chapter 309 Don't Tempt Me
Jerry couldn't be bothered to chat with someone like Cecil. If it weren't for the kid, he wouldn't even want to get his hands dirty. He would've offed him ages ago to get the antidote.
Jerry warned, "Even without your antidote, I'll make sure Claire's fine. Cut out your filthy thoughts. If you ever go near my wife again, you're dead."
Cecil knew all about Jerry's methods. Besides Hope, no one could tame this relentless lion.
But Cecil wasn't scared. He was already in too deep, and Hope was his only beacon. He couldn't let go, and he wouldn't.
Cecil said calmly, "You won't find a way. Even if you get some expert to make an antidote, Mrs. Harris won't last that long. Besides, you won't be able to make it. The antidote I have is the only one, and you only get one shot."
Jerry's fists clenched again.
Cecil noticed and his eyes darkened, his voice tinged with madness and obsession.
Jerry smirked, "Your dirty tricks won't work on me, no matter how low you stoop."
He suddenly relaxed his fists, slid one hand into his pocket, and his voice returned to its usual casual tone, though his demeanor remained icy.
"I'll make sure to cure you of your delusions." Jerry's mocking smile grew even wider.
I was restless in the car. Even though I trusted Jerry, I was still worried something might go wrong.
Steven, who was waiting outside the car, tried to comfort me. "Hope, don't worry. Jerry always handles things thoroughly."
"I see, but..."
But it was hard to stay calm when I was in the middle of it.
After waiting for what felt like forever, Jerry still wasn't back. I couldn't help but want to go back and check. But as soon as I stepped out, I was pushed back into the car.
Then, enveloped in a familiar, refreshing scent, I was pulled into a tight embrace.
A familiar voice, both comforting and unsettling, whispered in my ear, "Missed me already?"
I hugged Jerry back, nuzzling into his chest.
Jerry pulled away slightly. "You're pregnant now; don't tempt me."
I glared at him. "You're so cheeky."
Jerry just smirked, clearly proud of himself. "Can't I share some intimate thoughts with you? Stop badmouthing me in front of the baby. If it ends up not liking me, it'll be your fault. If that happens, you'll have me to answer to."
I couldn't win the argument, so I got back to the main topic. "What did Cecil say? Is he willing to give us the antidote?"
Jerry placed his large hand on my belly, hesitating slightly.
I was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Jerry never hesitated. He always did what he wanted. No one could control him. What was going on?
Jerry finally spoke, "Have you ever wondered why he has the antidote?"
"You mean..." I had actually considered this question while calming down in the car, but I couldn't believe it.
I murmured, "Is Claire's poisoning related to Cecil?"
"I suspect he's the mastermind."
"What?" I was even more shocked.
Cecil had always been so good to me. Even now, I couldn't believe he might be behind this!
Cecil was always so gentle; being around him was like basking in warm sunlight.
I even thought he wouldn't harm a fly.
And that mysterious person, though I had never met him, seemed ruthless from his actions.
It was hard to connect Cecil with the mastermind even though he had shown a vicious side earlier.
I was silent for a moment before finally asking, "Are you looking at this objectively? No personal feelings involved?"
Jerry pinched my face. "Who's the one letting personal feelings get in the way?"
I sighed and conceded. "Alright, I trust you. I believe whatever you say."
Jerry chuckled. "Alright, since you came to your senses, I won't hold it against you."
I asked again, "Are you sure? If you are, then the only antidote is in his hands, right?"
"Not yet." Jerry was methodical. "I've already ordered someone to investigate. We should know by tonight."
When we returned to Tranquil Haven, we ran into Declan, who was there to treat Claire.
But before I could greet him, I saw Ellen running out, looking panicked.
She shouted, "Mrs. Harris has fainted!"
I bolted into the room and dropped to my knees beside Claire. Seeing her blue lips made tears stream down my face. "Claire!" I cried out.
Jerry followed quickly, knowing he couldn't change my mind. He simply said, "Hope, let's have Mr. Griffin take a look at Claire."
I took a deep breath and stepped aside to make room for Declan.
At times like this, I hated that I wasn't a doctor and couldn't do anything.
Moreover, Claire had fainted on the floor, and I didn't know if she had hit her head. If I moved her incorrectly, who knew what danger she might face.
Seeing me kneeling beside her, Jerry said, "Ellen, get me a cushion."
Ellen quickly brought one over.
"Claire is important, and you are pregnant. If you must kneel, kneel on the cushion."
Upon hearing Jerry's words, my hand instinctively went to my belly.
Claire was so happy when she heard I was pregnant. I couldn't let anything happen to the baby.
I sat on the cushion.
Jerry seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and looked at Declan. "Mr. Griffin, how did this happen? Wasn't the toxin under control?"
Declan checked her over. "Let's move Mrs. Harris to the bed first."
Then Jerry directly picked up Claire and placed her on the bed.
"You sit by the bed and wait patiently." Jerry pressed me down to sit, becoming serious. "I know you're worried about Claire, yet you have to take care of yourself first."
I nodded repeatedly. "I see. I don't want Claire to wake up and see something wrong with me, making her worry."
"Jerry." Steven stood at the door, calling Jerry without further words or stepping inside.
Jerry patted my head. "I'll be right back."
"Okay." I reassured him, "I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back and for Claire to wake up."
Only then did Jerry feel at ease to leave with Steven.
"What's up?"
Steven lowered his voice a bit. "Cecil is indeed the mastermind."
Jerry wasn't surprised. He never had a good impression of Cecil. Anyone who coveted his wife couldn't be a good person.
He glanced at his watch and didn't hesitate to praise, "You're getting a lot more efficient."
Steven didn't expect Jerry could say anything nice.
"Guess there's some truth to the saying: even a broken clock is right twice a day," Jerry remarked.
Steven didn't mind; he was used to his sharp tongue.
He got straight to the point. "It's not that I'm fast; it's Cecil. He suddenly laid everything out in front of us."
Jerry's face turned grim. He tapped his finger on his watch and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Steven silently moved aside.
Feeling that Jerry didn't seem too angry, he continued in a low voice, "I think he might be setting a trap. After all, we couldn't find him before, so why did he suddenly expose himself?"
Because Cecil wanted to win Hope over, of course.
Jerry was extremely angry.
Hope was indeed wonderful, but Cecil couldn't covet her.
Jerry ordered, "Figure out all the places he's been and see where the antidote is hidden."
Steven was puzzled. "Why not just grab him and take him to the basement for questioning? We could get the answer by tomorrow morning at the latest."
Jerry looked at him without a word.
A chill ran down Steven's spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat. "Did I say something wrong?"
Jerry slipped one hand into his pocket, lazily leaning against the wall, and said slowly, "It really is difficult for you."
Steven sensed that Jerry had nothing good to say and quickly responded, "I'll get on it right away."
"Wait."
Steven turned back reluctantly. "Anything else?"
"Nope," Jerry said, standing up and giving his bicep a pat. "Maybe if you spent less time at the gym, you'd have more brainpower to spare."
Steven felt bitter inside.
Jerry always did things his own way. The fact that Steven could guess even a little was already impressive; others wouldn't do as well.
Sitting in the car, Steven suddenly realized.
Was it because of the baby that his methods had become somewhat gentler?
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