Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Chapter 678 The Condition Worsened
“Did she promise to give me the antidote just now?” Callum asked.
The assistant widened his eyes in response and shook his head. “No. She didn’t
mention giving you the antidote after leaving the Winthrop Residence.”
“So, it’s not an exchange but a deception,” Callum said, his gaze sharpening with a
chilling touch of ruthlessness.
Having worked with him for many years, the assistant immediately grasped the
underlying significance behind his words. “Are you suggesting that there is, in fact, no
antidote, and she didn’t poison Mrs. Winthrop? She merely employed that phrasing as
a clever ruse to facilitate her escape.”
Callum curled his lips, and a faint smile appeared. “You’re smart.”
“So, you don’t actually plan to let her go, do you?” The assistant’s voice held a touch
of apprehension, well aware of Callum’s vengeful nature, which mirrored that of
Elspeth. Faith wouldn’t escape easily, and her consequences would likely be severe.
Callum nodded, his expression growing steely, while a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
“Anyone who dares to harm the people I care about won’t have a favorable outcome.”
…
Meanwhile, Faith sat in the car, a sense of relief washing over her for the cunning lies
she had concocted earlier. If she had not devised that clever deception, she would
likely face the same fate as Hope, punished by Callum himself. Given her knowledge
of his unwavering devotion to his wife, Faith understood that by offending Mrs.
Winthrop, her survival would have been unlikely without this ruse. She also counted
herself lucky that she had chosen her words carefully to avert disaster.
Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice that the scenery outside the car had
gradually transformed into an unfamiliar and desolate landscape. It wasn’t until the car
abruptly came to a halt, causing her to lurch forward and almost collide with the front
seat due to inertia, that her impatience took hold. “Do you even know how to drive?
Why did you stop without uttering a single word?”
However, the person in front remained motionless, not making a single move or

uttering a word.
Soon, an unsettling feeling began to wash over Faith, intensifying with each passing
moment. Sensing something was amiss, she turned and peered out the window, only
to be met with a desolate and unfamiliar landscape. Confusion and frustration welled
up within her as she voiced her growing discontent. “Didn’t I make myself clear? I said
I wanted to go to Southdale. Why have you brought me here instead?”
At that moment, she realized that the situation might be far more complex and
ominous than she had initially assumed. Her instinct for self-preservation kicked in,
prompting her to try opening the car door, only to discover that both the windows and
doors were securely locked, trapping her inside. A sense of helplessness enveloped
her, but she refused to succumb to despair. With caution, she extended her trembling
hand, feeling around in the confined space, desperately searching for anything that
could serve as a means of self-defense.
However, before Faith could find anything to defend herself with, the person in front of
her moved with lightning speed, turned around, and brandished a dagger. He
ruthlessly plunged the weapon into her heart without giving her a chance to react. In
an instant, the gushing blood stained her clothes crimson.
“You!” she gasped out. Her immense agony overwhelmed her senses, causing her
consciousness to gradually blur and fade away.
“I’m sorry. If anyone is to blame, it is you for offending Mrs. Winthrop. You must have
had a considerable audacity to take action against her,” the man responded coldly,
showing no sympathy for Faith and her malevolent intentions. He couldn’t find
compassion for someone who would go so far as to drug a pregnant woman. In his
eyes, she deserved the fate that befell her.
Disgusted by her lifeless eyes, the driver exited the car, tidied up her body, cleared the
scene, and quickly left the area.
…
On the other hand, Wesley never anticipated that serving as the Winthrops’ family
doctor would be such a straightforward endeavor. The scale of medical equipment
and supplies at his disposal within the illustrious Winthrop Family surpassed his
expectations, rivaling that of a fully equipped hospital.
As he pondered this revelation, he couldn’t help but realize that he had never
encountered such top-notch facilities, even during his tenure at the hospital. Deep in
thought, he began to understand the reasoning behind Elspeth’s insistence on
recuperating at home. The home care provided within the Winthrop Residence was on
par with the hospital environment, if not more serene and tranquil.
His primary focus was to ensure the well-being of Elspeth throughout her pregnancy
and oversee her daily care. Additionally, he was entrusted with monitoring and
supervising the preparation of her meals, which had gained heightened importance
after the unfortunate incident involving Faith. In light of that event, Callum had become
exceptionally vigilant regarding Elspeth’s food. While understanding the gravity of the
situation, Wesley diligently inspected the meals each day before they were served.
Meanwhile, as Elspeth sat down to have her meal early in the morning, she heard a
familiar and distinct knocking at the door. The sound instantly registered in her mind,
and she knew exactly who it was. True to her intuition, moments later, Yelena arrived,
visibly breathless and in a state of urgency. Witnessing her in such a state, Elspeth
shook her head in concern and gently patted Yelena’s back, trying to soothe her. “Why
are you in such a hurry? Did something happen?”
Yelena nodded, her face etched with deep concern and anxiety. Then, she said,
“Hank’s condition has worsened. I want you to come and check on him.”