Novel & Cerita The Woman With The Cure

"What kind of illness does she have? Why is it costing me so much money? I can't afford any more treatments for her! Tell me straight, can you actually cure her?" In front of them was a middle-aged man in tattered clothes. Kane Olsen appeared to be in his 50s and exuded an indescribable vulgarity. Sitting beside him was Cara Turner, a woman in her 30s. She was fair and beautiful yet evidently meek. "Doctor, I want to know… if there's still a chance to cure my condition." Her voice was exceptionally soft. It was as if her words could vanish with the wind. "You can't even bear a child! What's the point of treating you? I shouldn't have brought you to the hospital. I think you're just faking it

She cursed beneath her breath but still tried to calm herself down and increased her pace as the last thing she wanted was for Mr Walter to see her like this. Upon reaching the restroom, she closed the door behind her and sat on the chair, slipping herself off her skirt and now in her underwear. Elaira tried to remove her skirt, but it was stuck to the chair. Pulling it harder, she heard a ripping sound and her heart broke at the sight of her brand-new skirt, which she brought at an expensive price, being shredded. "This is all because of those bastards," she cursed beneath her breathe.

he said curtly. "Why not. This is a special room for women who have just given birth. Why not just ask for the same part of the information? And, I'm sorry, it's best not to talk too loudly here. Remember here, many new babies who breastfeed need peace with their mother," Cetus Emma reminded. Emma's quiet but sharp voice made the couple, who looked arrogant, stare at Emma like they wanted to eat her raw. "So you don't know where Abyan is being treated?"

I warned her. "I think we can come to an agreement. You do want your mate alive, well alive and awake that is." "How can you help?" Riley was losing her patience, not believing a word this woman had to say. Many claimed to know how to cure Jax, they always wanted payment upfront though. There were a few times we fell for it, but it was more wishful thinking on our part. "I'm the mother of the woman that spelled your mate, and I want your protection before lifting this curse. A blood vow or he stays asleep forever."

He cocked a brow, and the older man swallowed. "If you have caught the person responsible for It, we will question her until she tells us where she got it from, but apart from that, I don't think there's an antidote that can cure this." The man explained. "But with this herb, she'll be fine, but she'll become weak when she does any vigorous activity." "Is this your new way of making people suffer?" The whisper from the woman on the bed made the King look down immediately. Alpha Ronan, with his dark red eyes stared down at the woman who was trying to open her eyes.

The middle age woman I met inside the house prodded, looking approvingly over my body. The house was a mini clinic and from what I observed so far wasbused for mostly the maids and servants. I took series of test and my body features was being examined and looked at. Right now, she was inspecting my intimate area making my complexion turn red. Wasn't this supposed to happen before I was sold? What if I don't meet whatever ridiculous criteria they may have set? What would happen to me? “Open your mouth lady!” I complied, fixing my gaze on the large mole she had on her upper lips while she inspected my teeth.

" He pointed at me, his face twisted in anger. I could not help but chuckle. Just because he could not earn money, he thought everyone must be as incompetent as him. The reporter turned to me with disdain, thrusting a microphone in my face. "You're Cindy Waters? Extorting a pregnant woman is against the law!" Lisa clutched her belly and said pitifully, "Cindy, I've already moved out. All I want is justice!" I sneered. "Do you think you can slander me without consequence just because the neighborhood has no working surveillance cameras?"

"I have the notebook. I have the blood test results from your recovery. And I have the power of attorney you signed in our marriage contract for 'medical emergencies.'" She straightened her collar and checked her reflection in the glass partition. "Stay in bed, Caspian. Watch the news. I’m about to show the world that the 'Secret Wife' isn't just a trophy. I’m the one who holds the cure—and the one who can take it away." She turned and walked out of the room, her heels clicking a lethal rhythm against the floor. Marcus was waiting at the door. He looked at Jade, then at the wounded man in the bed, and then back at Jade. He bowed his head slightly. "The car is ready, Madam CEO."

“Nothing works. I— I can’t lose her.” I clenched my jaw, my throat tightening. “The cure.” My voice was barely a whisper. “What is it?” The woman exhaled shakily. “It’s rare. Comes from another pack. Only the high-ranked ones have access to it.” Only someone in position like Dexter. The room spun. Only Dexter could save her. But how the fuck was I supposed to ask him for anything? He hated me. He would kill me if he knew what I’d done.

After that, they all started shaking their heads. "No, this is the cure for our children," the man replied arrogantly. "Give it to me, he will not be able to steal it from me!" one of the women yelled, trying to snatch the cure, probably to hide it in her bra so none of us could reach it. The moment she snatched it from the man’s hand, and moved it to her bra, she dropped it. The bottle shattered, making me gasp. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.