Semua Bab Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Dorland, Richworth. Mable did not sleep all night and only left the dispensing room at noon the next day. Blair had been waiting for her outside since early in the morning. When he saw her come out, he quickly took her to eat. “You haven’t slept all night. Go eat something first and rest after that.” Mable ate something and shook her head. “No need. Make me a cup of coffee. I’ll try to get the antidote done before noon tomorrow.” Blair caressed her head. “There’s no rush.” Mable found it funny. “This is the first time I’ve seen a poisoned person in no hurry.” Blair put some food on her plate and said, “It’s not that I’m not in a hurry. I have confidence in you.” Truth be told, he was being a little selfish. He hoped she could develop the antidote later so that she would stay by his side for a while longer. He was worried she would leave as soon as his poison was detoxified. Mable stared at him and nodded. “Blair, I said I’d save you, so I’ll definitely develop the a

Inside a child’s room of an ancient castle under Linders Range. Spike sat in front of his computer while holding a phone. He looked aggrieved. ‘I didn’t make a wrong call. ‘I mustered a lot of courage to call you.’ Spike played the recording of the phone call just now. “Hello? “Hello? “Hello? Who’s this?” “No one is talking. The person must’ve made a wrong call.” … Spike listened to it over and over again. He seemed to be full of anticipation. ‘Mommy’s voice is so lovely. ‘She must be especially pretty. ‘I want to see Mommy.’ As he thought about it, he remembered what Rory said yesterday. He could not see his mom, and his appearance would only make her sad. Spike held the phone and sniffled. ‘Mommy…’ He mouthed. … Richworth. After two days, Mable finally developed the antidote for Vortex using the A117 reagent. She tried her best not to use up the reagent. Fifteen milliliters were left in each of the three reagents of the A117 reagent. Ma

Mable watched over Blair all night. His condition finally stabilized when morning came. She gave him a checkup and drew blood for someone to send for a lab test. Before long, the lab result was out. The level of toxins in his blood had reduced by 80%. Mable was relieved. She prepared to draw his blood for another lab test in a few hours. When Blair’s condition stabilized a bit more, she remembered the phone call from Rory last night. She turned on her phone and saw several missed calls from Rory. Mable felt a little anxious. Based on what Rory said yesterday, he must have found out about her and Blair. This would be difficult to deal with. Given how possessive Rory was, he would probably cause some kind of trouble. Mable wanted to call him back but dismissed the idea after some thought. It would be better to explain the matter to him in person. In any case, she was bringing back the rest of the A117 reagent. “Rory, I’ll be busy these next two days. I’ll go bac

“What’s the matter?” Mable glanced at Blair. He was looking at her strangely, as if he had something to say. “Nothing.” Blair ruffled her hair and said hoarsely, “Sorry for worrying you again.” “There’s no need to apologize. As long as you get better.” Blair only stared at her. Mable finished putting medicine on his arms and checked the gunshot wound on his right hand. Due to Vortex, his wound was constantly inflamed and could not fully heal. Now that the poison was removed, the inflammation quickly subsided. “Your gunshot wound is probably going to leave a scar.” Mable suddenly thought of the scar Blair got from blocking a bullet for her last time. It would be the second time he got injured for her. Blair chuckled. He sounded unconcerned as he responded, “Wouldn’t scars make a man look more handsome?” Mable said without thinking, “You’re handsome without scars!” He would have plenty of fans if he became a celebrity or idol. “Is that so?” Blair stared at Mab

Blair did not expect Mable to suddenly come in. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late. The dagger stabbed into his wound that had not completely healed, and blood immediately flowed. Mable rushed in and snatched the dagger from Blair. “Blair, what are you doing?!” Blair’s eyes darkened. He covered his bleeding wound and said, “I’m fine.” Mable yelled in exasperation, “You’re fine?! Then why did you stab yourself? You’re fucking trying to harm yourself!” Blair said after a moment of silence, “My hand slipped. It wasn’t on purpose.” “Who are you trying to fool?!” Mable was pissed. ‘Your hand slipped, my ass! Even a three-year-old child can’t possibly injure themselves like this.’Blair looked down at his arm and did not say anything. Mable gritted her teeth and pressed the dagger against his chest. “If you want to die, stab yourself here. No one will stop you!” Blair raised his eyebrow and met Mable’s red eyes. “Mabes, I don’t want to die!” Mable was