Chapter 238 Poison
After a series of procedures, Jerry was finally released on bail. As he stepped out of the detention center, the sunlight hit his face, making him feel as if he had regained his freedom. However, the anger and resentment in his heart still burned fiercely.
"What are you planning to do?" Olivia asked, her voice filled with concern, clearly worried about Jerry's intentions.
"I'm gonna get my revenge on Emma! She would pay for this!" Jerry swore through gritted teeth.
After some inquiries, Jerry found a black market location. It was his first time there, and he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
It was a secluded alley, and he took a deep breath of the pungent air, mustering the courage to walk in. At the end of the alley was an iron door, guarded by two burly men who stared at him expressionlessly.
"What do you want?" one of the men asked coldly.
"To buy some medicine," Jerry tried to make his voice sound firm.
"What kind of medicine?" The other man's eyes flashed with suspicion.
"Poison," Jerry said through clenched teeth, feeling a wave of nervousness.
The two men exchanged a glance, seemingly assessing his credibility. After a moment, the cold man nodded, "Follow me."
Jerry followed them into a dimly lit room, the walls lined with labels of various drugs, and the air thick with the smell of chemicals. His heart raced, and the surroundings made him uneasy.
"The stuff you want is here." The man pulled out a small bottle from a cabinet, the warning label on it glaringly obvious.
"Is this potent toxicity lethal enough to kill someone?" Jerry asked excitedly, reaching for the bottle.
"Are you underestimating me?" The man warned, "This stuff is no joke. If you're caught, you're done."
"I know." Jerry nodded, feeling a secret thrill that his plan was finally coming together.
As he paid and was about to leave, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Joshua!
He seemed to be looking for something and happened to pass by.
"Mr. Jones, what are you doing here?" Joshua's voice was filled with suspicion and wariness.
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid the bottle behind his back, trying to mask his nervousness. "I, I was just passing by, nothing much."
"Passing by?" Joshua's eyes narrowed with doubt as he said, "You're not here to buy something you shouldn't, right?"
"I would never do such a thing!" Jerry forced himself to stay calm, though he was secretly anxious.
"I hope so." Joshua frowned, clearly displeased with Jerry's behavior. "Do you need a ride back?"
Jerry panicked. If they found out he was buying poison on the black market, the consequences would be dire. He forced himself to appear innocent. "No, you're busy. Don't worry about me. I'll head back soon."
"It looks like Mr. Jones has other things to do." Joshua said coldly, his eyes still wary.
At that moment, the man next to Joshua interjected, "The stuff you need is elsewhere. I'll have someone take you."
Jerry felt a surge of relief, silently grateful for the man's help.
"Care to join us, Mr. Jones?" Joshua still wasn't convinced, inviting Jerry to come along.
"Really, there's no need. I gotta get home soon. You go ahead, Mr. Russell's matters are more important." Jerry's brain was working overtime.
"Alright, we'll be off then." Joshua hesitated but decided to focus on his task. Before leaving, he gave a signal to the black market staff, who immediately understood and sent someone to follow Jerry.
Watching them walk away, Jerry let out a sigh of relief.
Jerry clutched the bottle of poison tightly, carefully tucking it into his pocket.
As he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a familiar figure—Lyanna, the housekeeper from The Stuart Villa. She was standing at the black market entrance, seemingly looking for something.
"Lyanna?" Jerry was shocked. His curiosity piqued, he decided to follow her and see what she was up to.
Lyanna looked around, making sure no one was watching her.
Jerry followed closely behind.
As Lyanna ventured deeper into the black market, Jerry's heart raced, his mind filled with various possibilities.
He imagined Lyanna might be buying poison to kill Sophia and Henry, feeling a rush of excitement. If something happened to them, their inheritance would go to Anna, which meant all their wealth would be his!
The thought was exhilarating.
However, just as Jerry was about to approach Lyanna, a black market guard spotted him. The guard glared at him coldly, "Buy your stuff and get out! This isn't a place to loiter."
Jerry panicked, trying to stay calm, and quickly turned to leave, cursing himself for being too impulsive.
He glanced back at Lyanna one last time. She seemed to be entering the same shop that sold poison.
Could Lyanna really be buying poison?
Back home, Jerry couldn't stop thinking about Lyanna.
Lyanna's purpose for being at the black market was definitely not simple. Maybe she really was planning to go after Sophia and Henry. He smirked to himself; after all, their fate had nothing to do with him.
He sat on the couch, playing with the bottle of poison in his hand, feeling a dark thrill.
He muttered to himself, "Emma, you're done for."
As night fell, Sophia sat on the living room couch, holding her phone, her expression grave. She had just received a call from Dominic, who told her that the only way to save Anna was to get Isabella's forgiveness.
The news hit her like a hammer.
The grudge between Isabella and Anna ran deep, and earning her forgiveness would not be easy. They had always treated Isabella poorly, and the past hurt had left her resentful.
"Let's go apologize, Sophia." Henry said, holding a cup of coffee. "Maybe Isabella will understand."
"I'll go with you."
"Alright, I'll talk to her tomorrow." Sophia and Henry both agreed on this plan.
The next day, They, with carefully prepared gifts, drove to Emma's store.
The shop was warmly and elegantly decorated, the walls adorned with exclusive designs by Miss Lady, exuding a unique artistic vibe.
"Is Isabella in?" Sophia asked softly, feeling nervous.
"She's inside, please wait a moment." Emma's assistant nodded and led them to a private meeting room.