The Heartbreak Prescription

Edith remained firm in her décision, insisting that Wendy treat Harry.

Lilian's face Stiffened. "Mom, have you really thought this through? You can't entrust Harry to Wendy. What if

Wendy flashed a sly smile, cutting Lilian off. "Why are you so scared of me treating him? If you keep blocking me, I might start to suspect you're hiding some dark secret."

Edith's gaze hardened as she turned back to Lilian. "I've made up my mind. Step aside!"

Edith had spoken. It was clear-Lilian had to step back

Lilian's heart sank as she stood there, helpless. She could argue all she wanted, but if she said anything more, Edith would only become more suspicious, and she'd expose herself.

With a resigned sigh, Lilian stepped aside.

Wendy approached the bed where Harry lay. Her only memory of him was that he had always been a devoted father, someone who seemed to revolve his entire life around his daughter, Jessica.

Now, he lay here, pale and lifeless, with no sign of the vitality he once had.

Wendy reached out and gently placed her fingers on Harry's wrist, starting the diagnosis.

Edith, anxious, asked, "How is it? Is Harry going to make it?"

Wendy nodded. "He can be saved."

Lilian's heart fell as panic flashed in her eyes. Could Wendy possibly save Harry? "Please, hurry up and do it," Edith urged.

Wendy pulled out an acupuncture needle and slowly inserted it into Harry's head.

Harry, who had been motionless, suddenly began to convulse in pain. His hands twitched, and his entire body wracked with discomfort.

"Harry!" Edith cried in alarm.

Lilian's heart raced, and she could barely contain her fear. "What are you doing to Harry? Look at him-he's in pain! Stop now!"

But Wendy didn't stop. She reached for another needle and drove it into Harry's head again.

This time, Harry's response was even more violent. He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Splash!

Warm blood splattered across Edith and Lilian's faces.

"Ah!" Edith screamed in terror.

Harry, having expelled the blood, lost all consciousness. His face turned as palenoveldrama

as a sheet, and the heart monitor let out a sharp beep, signaling a flatline.

Lilian's voice shook. "His heart stopped!"

What?

Edith rushed forward, placing her fingers under Harry's nose. There was no breath.

"He's gone..." Edith murmured, almost in disbelief.

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Lilian, too, checked for any sign of a pulse. There was nothing. Her eyes glinted briefly with joy. Wendy hadn't saved Harry-she

had killed him instead.

It couldn't have worked out better for Lilian!

She glanced at Harry one last time, the man she had loved for so long but had never been fully hers. Once, her love had burned hot; now, her hatred ran just as deep. Death was the perfect ending

With a quick breath, she said to Wendy, "You killed my husband! You're a murderer!"

Edith stared at Wendy in shock. "You said you could save him. You've killed my son! Why would you do this? He's my son!"

Lilian couldn't hold back her glee.

"Don't you get it? Wendy never intended to save Harry!' She did this on purpose! She wanted revenge for Jerry's death, and she took Harry's life to do it. We need to call the police and put her behind bars!"

At that moment, she could hardly contain her excitement.

This unexpected turn of events felt like a double victory-she had rid herself of both Harry and Wendy in one fell swoop!