All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

It all came down to testing the antidote. If it was real, the truth would reveal itself at once.The hand gripping the iron pipe loosened by the slightest degree. Spencer's throat worked as he began to say, "Give me the antidote—"Before he could finish, the phone in his pocket rang.It was Jemima.She was guarding Bruce. If she was calling, something had happened.Spencer answered immediately.Jemima's anxious voice burst through the line. "Spencer, something's wrong! Alan brought people and forced his way into the hotel. There are too many of them. We can barely hold them off. He's going to take the Prince. If he takes him, the consequences…"Behind her words came the crash of furniture and the sharp clash of blows. The sounds overlapped in chaotic bursts. The situation was spiraling out of control.Spencer's head rang. The flicker of hesitation that had just surfaced vanished beneath a fresh surge of fury.How had Alan found the hotel so quickly?He snapped his head toward

The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror, staring at the disheveled woman in the back seat. Worry and shock filled his eyes. "Miss, you're hurt this badly. Are you really not going to the hospital?"Scrapes and bloodstains covered her body. Her clothes hung in tatters. Her hands were the most horrifying sight. Her fingers bent at unnatural angles, grotesquely swollen and mottled in deep purples and blues. The mere sight of them made his own hands ache in sympathy.Her face was whiter than paper, drained of all color, so frail it seemed she might faint and die at any moment. Yet her eyes blazed with startling intensity, as if a cluster of flames burned within them. She held herself upright through sheer willpower, though her body swayed on the edge of collapse."No need…" Isolde's voice was thin as a thread, barely more than breath, yet firm with unshakable resolve. "Sir… please help me make a call… thank you."She no longer had the strength to lift her hand."Okay, okay. I'l

Jemima stood at his side. She covered her mouth in horror, her trembling finger pointing at the empty medicine bottle rolling across the floor as she shrieked, "You… What did you feed the Prince this time? Another poison?"Her accusation struck like a match to gasoline.Spencer's reason vanished. He strode into the room like an enraged lion, looking ready to tear Isolde apart.Isolde had no doubt that, in his fury, he would beat her to death on the spot.She did not hesitate. She offered no explanation. A split second before Spencer could seize her, she sprang to her feet and hurled herself toward the open window.Then she jumped."This is the third floor, Isolde!" Spencer roared.A heavy thud echoed below.Isolde crashed into the bushes beneath the window. The thick foliage broke her fall, but the impact still knocked the air from her lungs and sent her vision into darkness.Meanwhile, pain detonated through her body. Every bone felt shattered.She lay rigid for several long

Out in the suburbs, deep within the overgrown bushes of an abandoned park, Isolde woke to cold and pain.The winter chill seeped into her bones, needling every inch of her skin and every wound. She curled into the yellowed grass, shivering uncontrollably, her teeth chattering. Her throat burned as if she had swallowed embers, and even the smallest sound tore through her with searing pain.She had a high fever. Her forehead burned fiercely, in cruel contrast to the icy cold that gripped the rest of her body. The pain in her broken leg and battered hands intensified under the fever, sharpening into something almost unbearable, as if countless tiny blades scraped between her bones."You have to go to a hospital!" K's voice crackled through her earpiece, more anxious than she was.Isolde parted her cracked lips with effort. Her voice came out hoarse but steady. "The police station… will contact the doctors too…"With her one arm that remained somewhat functional, she forced herself up

"Double dose of poison?" Bruce repeated softly. His dark eyes revealed nothing, their depth clouded by an impenetrable shadow.After a brief silence, he lifted his gaze and surveyed the room before fixing it on Spencer. He spoke for the first time since waking, his voice still rough. "Where is Isolde? Bring her here."Before losing consciousness, he had given clear instructions. Once he woke, Spencer was to protect her and keep her close.He was no longer at the hotel. Someone had moved him to a safe house. If that were the case, where was she?Spencer's expression stiffened. The joy and relief on his face curdled into something harsh.He clenched his jaw and forced out each word. "You're still thinking about her? She didn't just give you a double dose of poison. After you passed out, she gave you another. If Dr. Quinn hadn't treated you in time, you'd be dead."His voice rose as he continued, veins standing out on his forehead, "Isolde conspired with Alan and tried to kill you i