Chapter 522: Chapter 522: No Real Antidote
The bodyguard assigned to Susan Bowman sent Walker Grant a message. He’d discovered she had gotten very close to a middle-aged woman.
The woman lived in the nearby countryside, and her small yard was filled with all sorts of strange plants.
The bodyguard picked some of the leaves and had them tested, discovering they were all medicinal herbs.
Walker Grant’s eyes darkened. He ordered Dylan Finch, "Take some men and bring her here directly."
"Yes."
Dylan Finch nodded and turned to leave.
The middle-aged woman’s name was Rhonda Lowe. When she was brought in, she was trembling from head to toe, looking exceptionally frightened and timid.
Dylan Finch said, "Mr. Grant, we’ve already interrogated her. She’s the one who created the poison, but there’s currently no antidote for the one Sunny Reed has."
Walker Grant’s expression instantly darkened. "Why is there no antidote?"
Rhonda Lowe said, "That’s my latest creation. I haven’t developed the antidote for it yet."
The moment she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy. Rhonda Lowe trembled in fear and stammered, "I... I’ll create it as soon as I can, but you have to give me money!"
Walker Grant stared at her coldly. "How much money do you want?"
Rhonda Lowe’s eyes darted around. "Five hundred thousand! If you don’t agree, there’s no way I’m making the antidote for you. The worst that can happen is I go to jail. I’m all alone anyway, so I have nothing to fear!"
Walker Grant asked in a cold voice, "How long will it take you to create it?"
Rhonda Lowe smirked. "So you agree, right?"
Dylan Finch scoffed. "Spit it out! How long will it take to create it!"
Rhonda Lowe flinched in fear, her smirk vanishing. She said, "It’ll take ten days, maybe half a month."
Walker Grant said, "Watch her. Don’t let her escape."
"Yes."
As she was led away, Rhonda Lowe didn’t forget to shout a reminder, "Don’t forget my five hundred thousand!"
When Dylan Finch returned, he was holding Rhonda Lowe’s file. He said, "This woman is some kind of genius. She never finished elementary school, but she can identify a vast number of medicinal herbs. She claims she started researching poisons to kill rats and bugs. Later, people started buying them from her, so she began to specialize."
"How did Susan Bowman meet her?" Walker Grant asked in a low voice.
Dylan Finch said, "When Susan Bowman came to Breyburn, she passed by Rhonda’s house and stopped to rest for a bit. She found out about the poisons while they were chatting and ended up buying a large quantity from her."
Walker Grant’s gaze grew colder, and a chilling aura radiated from him.
"Find all the poison Susan Bowman has on her and dispose of it."
"Yes."
The antidote Sunny Reed was currently giving Noah Grant only suppressed the poison’s effects temporarily; she didn’t actually have a complete cure herself.
Walker Grant returned to the Grant Family Estate. The moment Sunny Reed saw him, she trembled with fear, spun around, and hurried back to her room.
Noah sat on the sofa, his small frame even more frail than before. His little face was still pale, and he would let out a few coughs from time to time.
"Uncle."
Walker Grant sat beside him and stroked his little face. "How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?"
Noah leaned right into his embrace. "Uncle, am I going to die?"
But Walker Grant said, "You’re not going to die. Don’t listen to anyone’s nonsense."
Noah, however, blinked in confusion. "What does dying feel like?"
Walker Grant was silent for a moment before replying, "It’s like falling asleep. You can’t feel anything anymore."
"Then dying sounds nice. That way, I won’t feel so awful anymore." Noah’s voice was childish and faint.
