Chapter 1166: How Should We Deal with the One Downstairs?
"But what?" Mason Nightshade spoke, his voice as cold as the biting wind that chills to the bone.
The doctor shuddered involuntarily, saying, "The specific toxin in Miss Aurelia’s body... w-we don’t have the medical skills necessary, we haven’t identified it yet. Perhaps we should wait until Miss Aurelia wakes up and go to the hospital for a thorough examination..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor clammed up because he saw Mason Nightshade’s face turn frigid; Young Master Nightshade’s anger was terrifying.
Mason Nightshade took a deep breath, knowing that blaming the doctor was futile, not even Junia Simpson could diagnose the illness, let alone these doctors.
Looks like it’s time for Junia Simpson to come over.
Mason Nightshade sent Junia Simpson a message, his large hand tightly holding Aurelia Shaw’s hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his fingers taut, afraid his grip would hurt her, yet also scared she might leave his side like this.
Enveloped in immense fear and panic.
"You mustn’t be in any danger." Mason Nightshade kissed Aurelia Shaw’s forehead, his face showing exhaustion, his eyes filled with pain.
Gustavo Yates said, "Although we discovered who targeted Young Madam during our stay in M Nation, Freeman’s influence there is too deeply entrenched to deal with them quickly, and it’s impossible for Freeman to willingly hand over the antidote..."
These were things Mason Nightshade had already thought about, which is why he was angry, frustrated, yet fearful.
Seeing the fatigue on the boss’s face, Gustavo Yates sighed inwardly. During his time in M Nation, the boss was hardly idle, accompanying Young Madam during the day and investigating Freeman’s affairs at night. Fearing Young Madam would notice, the boss never showed signs of weariness in front of her, always maintaining a casual yet strong demeanor, but during that period, he was constantly on the move.
Now, with this situation occurring, it’s the boss who feels most distressed.
Gustavo Yates: "How should we deal with that person downstairs? They must have received news of Young Madam’s return to the country and, holding a grudge from previous events, seek revenge on Young Madam."
Mason Nightshade’s eyes turned cold, and the curve of his thin lips was chillingly devoid of warmth, like a Demon King lustful for blood. His gaze toward Aurelia Shaw instantly softened and became tender, as he kissed her forehead and turned to head downstairs.
Mrs. Chen trembled all over, finally realizing the folly of her actions as her senses returned! She actually attempted to stab Aurelia Shaw in Mason Nightshade’s presence; was she out of her mind?!
What would Mason Nightshade do to her? Kill her? Or use even more brutal means to punish her?
Having been a wealthy lady for years, Mrs. Chen was well aware of the elite family’s methods of dealing with someone. Making someone quietly disappear from this world was a trivial matter. On the street, the bright and glamorous person might suddenly be found in the red light district, all because they offended someone in high society.
As the man with a noble, cold, and hostile aura descended from upstairs, Mrs. Chen immediately fell to her knees with a thud, her head banging repeatedly on the floor. "Young Master Nightshade, Young Master Nightshade, I was wrong. Please spare me, I have a mental illness, forgot to take my medication today and was triggered into this madness. I promise never again, Young Master Nightshade, please show mercy, spare my life."
Mason Nightshade sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, his profile as icy as frost, the cold sharpness flashing in his lowered eyes.
He remained silent, yet Mrs. Chen seemed as though she’d already faced severe punishment, trembling like a leaf, her fingers withered, crawling up to Mason Nightshade’s feet, reached out to grasp his polished black shoes.