Chapter 7 Poisoning

Violet put the hearing aid away and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at herself in the mirror with her make-up off, she raised her eyebrows, "Am I not pretty without make-up?"

She had believed Hannah's story that she looked cooler and better that way.

She was not tall, with a height of 162 cm, a goose-egg face, almond eyes, and a small mouth. Her dressing completely hid her beauty.

She had slight acne on her face, and her skin was in a bad state due to the heavy makeup she wore so often.

"It is just a matter of pills..."

A profitable idea struck her.

Violet happily came out of the bathroom and lay down on Julian's side.

She had slept on the sofa recently. Now she naturally would not do that again.

Besides, there was one more thing she needed to do. Violet moved closer to Julian and put out a hand to check his pulse.

In a moment, Violet withdrew her hand with a jerk, "No wonder he is so soft. His veins are impaired."

"External forces do not cause the damage, but by an extremely chronic poison, the symptoms of which are similar to those of muscle atrophy due to years of being bedridden."

"So in less than a year, Julian has suffered muscle atrophy to the extent of a normal person lying down for a year and a half. How come the doctors who examine him every day can't find anything?"

Violet felt a chill down her spine. She had suspected that he was injured because of persecution, but she had never confirmed it.

She could prepare an antidote for him, but he had steel nails in his body from a spinal injury. She was afraid that if she used the medicine rashly, it would inflict further harm on him.

"It's better to wait until I ask his doctor tomorrow about the material of the steel nails before making any plans."

"Also, he can't speak or hear, and it seems that someone has damaged his nerves."

Violet turned to turn off the bedside lamp and gave a long sigh in the darkness.

She had had a slight suspicion that he might be faking it, but she had not expected it to be true.

"Who, exactly, is that capable of plotting all of this?"

"The situation is more dangerous and complicated than I thought. I have to plan for everything."

Julian opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly blurred with a thick fog that could not be dissolved.

He thought to himself, "The woman just got so close to me. Now she is lying so far. Was she instructed to probe into my conditions?"

"No wonder she acted so weirdly today. She becomes a spy now."

Suddenly, the alarm clock on Violet's phone rang in her ears.

"What the hell! It's so early in the morning!" Violet pulled the quilt over her head in annoyance.

Julian, whose eyes were open on the other side of the bed, was suddenly hit in the eye by the quilt, and his face instantly clouded over.

"The bloody woman!"

The ringing was persistent, and Violet reached out one hand from under the covers and pulled the phone into it.

It read, "6:00 a.m., breakfast for dear Liam."

Violet was confused for a moment and pressed the send button, "Let him eat a poop!"

She wanted to slam the phone out, but she silently put it back, considering her current financial situation.

However, she had just fallen asleep when the phone rang again.

Violet fought back her anger and took the phone under the covers again, "6:10 a.m., get up now. Liam is going to work."

"Damn!"

Violet smashed her phone against the wall, but the moment it was out of her hand, she grasped it and resigned herself to turn off all the alarms before lying back down again.

But she failed to get back to sleep, no matter what.

Violet scratched her hair in vexation, got up, washed up, and went downstairs to make herself breakfast.

When she saw Julian's exclusive bowl, she picked it up and sniffed it, which smelt faintly of herbs.

Julian usually drank the medicinal porridge, so she could not tell the problem with her naked eyes.

She had to take it to the school and get it tested.