
My Husband Protected A MurdererMy father was one of the best scientists in the world, and he was kidnapped. Three days later, they found his corpse by the river.
I kept vigil for an entire night.
Henry Franke, my husband, pitied me and swore to find the murderer so that he could help me take revenge, but after the funeral, I heard the university student he was sponsoring say, “Henry, I just couldn’t stand Professor Smith insulting me during his lecture, and I wanted to scare him a bit. I wasn’t expecting the kidnappers to kill him. I don’t want to go to jail!”
Henry sighed. “You were too impulsive, but Professor Smith was in the wrong too. I’ll get this settled for you, but I suppose Luna won’t get her revenge.”
I felt my mind go blank in shock, but I suppressed my rage and left quietly.
What Henry did not know was that the medicine that could help him stand again had eight doses. The first seven were all slow-acting toxins, and only the last one was the antidote that could truly cure him.
However, they had killed the only person who could create the antidote.