The Poison She Cured, the Love She Killed

In a span of just a few years, the Sullivan family leveraged the Lister family's wealth to balloon from a company with barely a dozen employees into a major international operation. I had dedicated everything to Whitney, and I was often left wondering if I was doing enough. I could never have foreseen that Steven's brief presence would cause me to lose everything so completely.

Whitney said, "You can go ahead and cancel the wedding! I'll finally be able to pursue the happiness I deserve now that Steven has returned. You brought this entire disaster upon yourself, Daniel!"

I met the threatening look in her eyes and scoffed, wondering if she actually believed that I'd still bend to her will after all this.

Just as Whitney was about to leave, her phone suddenly rang. "Yes, I'm Steven's significant other. How's the situation now?"

I had no idea what was said on the other end of the line, but the moment Whitney heard it, she went pale instantly and staggered backward. "He must be treated right away. He must receive treatment, using the finest available medication! I have the authority to approve this!"

She ended the call and turned to me, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes. "Steven's condition has deteriorated. He desperately needs that cellular immunity injection. That specific shot you had been waiting for had just arrived, so hand it over to him immediately!"

I let out a cold, derisive laugh and asked deliberately, "Is he worthy of it?"

That injection alone cost millions of dollars and was incredibly hard to acquire. I had placed the order for my grandfather five years ago, having spent considerable social capital in the process. I couldn't believe that she expected me to give it away just like that. How presumptuous of her!

Upon hearing that, Whitney's face immediately drained of color. She then thought of something and said with a sneer, "You're only doing this to compel me into marrying you, right, Daniel? I'll marry you once Steven recovers. Hand over that injection now!"

She looked utterly vexed, clearly convinced that she had just agreed to something monumentally significant for me.

Upon seeing my lack of reaction, she snapped, "You'll be the only one standing at the altar if you don't hand me that injection! Your family will become the laughingstock of everyone if I, the bride, am not there!"

I regarded the all-consuming madness in her gaze with amusement—she had no claim to tarnish the Lister family's reputation.

I was in the process of leaving when my phone buzzed with an urgent message from my assistant, stating that Whitney had already used my authority to divert the injection to Steven and informing me that it was already en route to the hospital and was awaiting my signature for approval.

Whitney rushed forward, grabbing my arm. "You have to sign it, Daniel! Steven is running out of time! I'm begging you here! It's already en route anyway, and Steven will surely express his gratitude after this. Your doddering old grandfather is beyond saving anyway, so it doesn't matter if he receives the injection—"

I slapped her hard across the face before she could finish her sentence, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

Whitney pressed her hand to her stinging cheek, her expression a mask of stunned disbelief. "You actually hit me, Daniel!"

I ignored her stream of curses completely, getting into my car and speeding toward the hospital.

I was just about to reach out and switch off my phone due to the incessant ringing when the identity of a new caller made me stop short. I took a deep breath, fighting to steady my nerves, before I answered the call.

In an instant, Abigail Newman's teasing voice came from the other end. "Have you really made up your mind about the wedding, Mr. Lister?"

I sighed and said helplessly, "I have no intention of breaking my promise on a matter of this gravity."

Abigail tutted lightly. "Is that so? Haven't you reneged on your word countless times over the years, all because of a woman?"

I pinched my nose bridge while waiting at the traffic light and explained patiently, "I can assure you that I have never dropped the ball on critical commitments. In addition, I require the Newman family's medical expertise, and the Newman family requires market access. It's only right for us to get into this marriage alliance that serves both our interests perfectly."

Abigail fell silent for a moment before stating genuinely, "I'm honestly not very keen on marrying you. I'm sure you'll immediately cave to that woman once she starts breaking down into tears. It would be an absolute nightmare untangling our two companies after that."