Divorce Anxiety

Chapter 296

Chapter 296 At First Sight

“You think I’m afraid of him?” Wyatt’s tone was disdainful.

“I don’t really care if you die. But if you do end up dead, that would mean an end to my Snow Grass supply,” retorted Kathleen.

Wyatt said nothing in response.

Having had enough, Kathleen was getting ready to leave.

“Kate.” Wyatt’s voice became very gentle, “I have news about the Melting Ice Grass.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Kathleen was stunned.

“If I procure the Melting Ice Grass before Samuel, will you marry me?” he asked meaningfully.

Kathleen’s response was mild. “We’ll talk when you actually find it.”

After speaking, she turned on her heel, got into her car, and drove away.

Wyatt smiled evilly. “Kathleen, you can only be mine!”

With the help of Kathleen and Charles, Wyatt was certain of his victory. He would bring Bliss Sect to its knees and become its leader.

Kathleen made a phone call using a Bluetooth headset.

“Hello?” Wilbur’s voice was deeper than Wyatt’s.

“Where’s Lauren?” Kathleen asked coldly.

Wilbur smiled wryly. “I see that Wyatt has told you.”

“Just what are you trying to pull here?” asked Kathleen angrily. “You drugged Samuel, and you want to take Nicolette away?”

Wilbur smiled faintly. “Can’t you tell already? I want revenge.”

Kathleen narrowed her eyes. “Oh, so both brothers have the same goals? Why aren’t you working together then?”

“If we join forces, who will get the credit?” Wilbur retorted. “He and I are opponents. Whoever kills Samuel first will be favored more by our father.”

Kathleen said indifferently, “I won’t let you succeed.”

“Kathleen, give it a rest. You can’t stop this,” chided Wilbur.

“You’re wrong,” she said coolly. “If you really want me to stay in line, then you have to promise me this. You will not hurt Samuel.”

Wilbur remained impassive.

“Do you think Wyatt will agree to my request?” Kathleen asked coldly.

It was likely that Wilbur wasn’t going to agree, but she could not be sure about Wyatt.

They were half brothers, sharing the same father.

Wilbur was the eldest grandson and was deeply cherished by his grandfather who raised him.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was an illegitimate child.

Wilbur’s grandfather was not too happy about the affair, so he never liked Wyatt. Wyatt merely wanted to kill Samuel to make his father happy.

If Kathleen’s condition was to not kill Samuel, Wyatt would have agreed readily.

Wilbur smiled, his gaze turning cold. “Yet Samuel’s life is also in my hands.”

Kathleen was indifferent.

“What Lauren gave him is a lovebug,” Wilbur explained flatly. “The male lovebug is in his body, and the female lovebug is in captivity. If Lauren puts the female lovebug in her own body or the body of another woman, Samuel will be in their complete control.”

Kathleen gritted her teeth. “You actually injected Samuel with a lovebug?”

“Isn’t that fun?” Wilbur smiled teasingly. “It matters little how much he loves you now. When the female lovebug is implanted, all his memories of you will be replaced by that woman in question. He will be a stranger to you, no longer in love with you. If you don’t love him, Kathleen, why does it matter who controls him then?”

“This is nonsense!” Kathleen was agitated. “If either party does not truly love the other, then relying on such lowly tricks is nothing more than a sham. It’s a crime!”

“Kathleen, I will tell you a secret.” Wilbur snickered. “Lauren and Nicolette actually know each other. If Lauren puts the female lovebug in Nicolette… well, we’d both know the consequences.”

Kathleen took a deep breath. “So, it is you, after all! You’re the one helping Nicolette in secret!”

“It’s not me,” Wilbur said indifferently. “I just happen to know Lauren. She is not colluding with me. But if you want to save Samuel, I can contact her and ask her to hand over the female lovebug. However, my help comes at a price. You need to marry me.”

Kathleen was stunned.

“Your hand for the Snow Grass, or your hand for Samuel’s affection. It’s your choice.” Wilbur then hung up without saying another word.

Kathleen bit her lip.

D*mn him! What a despicable person!

Soon after, Kathleen returned to the Yoeger residence. After a moment of musing, she decided to call Charles.

“Hello?” Charles’ voice was hushed. “You haven’t slept yet?”

“How are things on your end?” Kathleen was very worried.

“Nothing much’s going on.” Charles lowered his voice again. “I heard that Wyatt went to see you?”

“Yes.” Kathleen nodded. “We have already met.”

Charles said coldly, “Promise me that you’ll never agree to any of his conditions under any circumstances. Do you understand?”

“Don’t worry. I’m well aware of what I should and should not do,” said Kathleen reassuringly.

“Be wary of Yareli,” said Charles quietly. “I did some digging and found some rather interesting things.”

“What is it?” Kathleen was surprised.

She knew that the identity of Yareli’s biological father was unknown.

Could it be that Vanessa left the capital this time to seek out Yareli’s biological father?

Hmm… this is getting more interesting by the minute.

“It’s good if you have some sense.” Charles said, “It should be very late on your end. You should go to sleep.”

With that, Charles hung up.

He put down the phone and pressed his hand to the wound on his arm.

His wound was bleeding.

Just then, the door opened and a figure walked in.

“Charles, are you all right?” The girl’s innocent face was etched with concern.

“I’m fine.” Charles nodded.

“But you’re bleeding.” The girl frowned. “Kate’s not here, so you have to take care of yourself.”

She got up to retrieve the medicine box before helping Charles to treat the wound.

“Thank you, Clare.” Charles frowned again. “Don’t let anyone know about this injury.”

“My lips are sealed. Don’t worry.” Clarissa Watson then whispered, “When I learn how to grow Snow Grass, I will definitely not let you take risks again.”

Charles was stunned for a moment before he smiled slightly. “Okay. Do your best, but don’t push yourself too hard either. Snow Grass needs to be fed human blood, and you need to drink a lot of herbal concoctions to generate enough blood.”

“I’m not afraid.” Clarissa puffed her chest out in indignance.

Charles smiled faintly.

Clarissa helped Charles to the bed before she went and disposed of the bloody cotton swabs and gauze.

“Charles, go to sleep. I won’t disturb you.” With that, Clarissa exited the room.

Charles nodded. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

He had not closed his eyes for three days now.

After leaving Charles’ room, Clarissa was about to return to her room when she sensed that something was amiss. Turning her head around, she noticed that the angle of the camera in the corridor had changed.

How odd.

She frowned.

She went back to her room, turned on the computer, and hacked into her network. Because the web terminal of the camera was on her father’s computer, Clarissa soon realized that the angle had, in fact, shifted.

It was obvious that their surveillance cameras had been hacked.

Clarissa snorted coldly.

She was determined to catch the culprit.

She started following the hacker’s trail through the loopholes they had left behind.

As a result, her computer was soon taken over.