Chapter 500 Alive or Not, Yvette Should Have Been Poisoned
In the dim, damp chamber, darkness pressed in from all sides, save for a single high window that cast pale moonlight across the floor. Though cold as frost, that ethereal glow offered Yvette a fragile thread of hope—hope that someone might come for her.
Huddled in the corner, Yvette trembled uncontrollably, her eyes hollow with terror and despair. Weeks of captivity had pushed her to the brink of mental collapse, her body worn to exhaustion. Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the corridor beyond. The door swung open, revealing Thalion, his wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the dim light.
Yvette's breath caught in her throat as she instinctively pulled her knees closer, trying to make herself invisible. Thalion approached with mechanical precision, his expression devoid of emotion as he extended a handful of pills with clinical detachment.
"Take your medication."
Those three words struck Yvette like a death knell, sending shivers down her spine. Over the past days, whenever she resisted, Thalion would unlock the iron chains and summon men who would pin her down, forcing the pills down her throat. Resistance had proven futile—they never harmed her, only ensured she consumed their endless array of medications.
Yvette had no idea what chemicals coursed through her system or their intended effects. She only knew her body fluctuated between devastating weakness and miraculous recovery, depending on which pills they administered. This time, however, she remained silent, her gaze downcast.
Thalion clicked his tongue impatiently and reached for the keys in his pocket. To his surprise, the girl who had fought so fiercely suddenly extended her hand, accepting the pills without protest.
Yvette cradled the medication, feeling the dry powder dissolve between her fingertips before placing them on her tongue. She reached for the water glass, letting the cold liquid carry the pills toward her throat while secretly positioning them against her cheek. The sensation of the medication sliding down her esophagus brought an unsettling pressure, but she forced herself to swallow only the water.
Opening her mouth wide, she displayed her empty oral cavity to Thalion, who scrutinized her suspiciously. "Lift your tongue," he commanded. She complied, proving no pills were hidden beneath. Satisfied, Thalion departed with his entourage.
Once alone, Yvette carefully retrieved the pills from her cheek and crushed them beneath her heel. She suspected these medications served no therapeutic purpose—the staff seemed more interested in observing her reactions than treating any illness.
Throughout the sleepless night, Yvette watched the window's light transform from silver moonbeams to golden dawn, marking another day of imprisonment. She continued her deception for twenty-four hours, secretly discarding each dose.
When evening fell, her condition erupted like a dormant volcano. Her body convulsed violently, resembling autumn leaves caught in a merciless gale. Blood burst from her nose in crimson torrents, splattering the floor in gruesome patterns. She pressed her hands against the flow, but the blood seeped through her fingers relentlessly.
This episode seemed far more severe than previous withdrawal reactions. Nausea overwhelmed her as the metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth. Suddenly, she vomited—not food, but pure scarlet blood.
Yvette stared at the crimson pool in horror. What was happening to her body?
Each breath felt like inhaling razor blades, her extremities growing numb while the taste of blood dominated her senses. When a nurse entered for routine observation, Yvette collapsed, feigning unconsciousness.
The nurse immediately summoned Thalion, who burst into the room with uncharacteristic urgency. His typically cold voice carried a tremor of panic as he barked orders: "Contact the lab immediately! Discontinue all medications—we need to identify which compound is causing these adverse reactions!"
Through barely parted eyelids, Yvette absorbed his words, a terrible suspicion taking root in her mind.
Meanwhile, in an underground hideout, Violet paced frantically through the shadows. With Albert's network controlling every corner of Luken, this basement remained her only sanctuary from his reach. The mysterious disappearance of both Yvette and Clifford gnawed at her with consuming rage.
Her phone rang, cutting through the oppressive silence. "Speak," Violet answered, her voice hoarse and grating.
"Ms. Swift, we've been cataloging the accelerant chemicals you had us transport that day. We found fragments of an unlabeled container among the debris."
Violet's patience snapped. "I need you to find evidence that leads us to Yvette, not conduct chemical analysis!"
The man's voice carried wounded defensiveness. "The label read 'Highly Toxic'—my partner recognized it as radioactive heavy metal. When this stuff explodes, it releases lethal toxins. Anyone exposed wouldn't survive."
Violet's breath hitched, her brow furrowing. "You're saying this substance was inside during the explosion?"
"Absolutely. Everything detonated together."
Violet's hands began trembling as memories surfaced. She had lured Yvette to that location precisely because the Swift Group had partnered with the factory years ago. After its closure, the site remained abandoned and unmonitored—but now she recalled it had been designated a restricted zone due to contamination.
The heavy metal compound he described triggered childhood memories of passing her parents' laboratory. They had reacted with terror at even the possibility of exposure, knowing these substances could silently ravage the human body, attacking the nervous system and triggering cancer or worse.
The Swift Group had actually collaborated with that factory, developing experimental treatments for workers exposed to such toxins. However, their research had been classified as illegal and swiftly terminated.
Now, through cruel irony, these deadly substances had been present during the explosion.
"You're certain it detonated with everything else?" Violet pressed.
"I already told you—it all went up together!" The man's voice grew anxious. "If this stuff is toxic and we've been at the site, are we all poisoned?"
"You look healthy enough—stop worrying!" Violet ended the call abruptly, caring nothing for the fate of expendable thugs.
Her singular focus remained finding Yvette before Albert could. If those heavy metals had indeed been released in the explosion, Yvette would either be dead or severely poisoned by now. Either way, there should be evidence.
So why had no trace of her surfaced?
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