Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1273 Nicole’s Death

Roxanna bit down hard on her lips as her tears began flowing freely. She gazed at the crimson stains on her palms, her heart heavy with helplessness, as she squatted on the cold floor.

Sob—Sob—Sob

Muffled sobs emanated from the surgery room, a testament to the heart-wrenching scene.

Meanwhile, Chloe's demeanor remained composed. She carefully set the surgical instruments on the adjacent table, her movements fluid and controlled. Her gaze lingered on the figure lying on the operating table. With a determined blink, her bloodshot eyes revealed the depth of her pain. "Nicole Anderson. Time of death: 3.03.28AM, on 20th March 2022, due to failure of all medical rescue procedures." She gnashed her teeth, attempting to stave off her own tears as she enunciated each word with heavy grief.

"No!" Roxanna suddenly raised her head, a piercing scream escaping her lips as if she could reach the heavens with her agony. Just one more day, and perhaps Nicole could have held on. Why couldn't fate grant her that one more day? "It's all my fault. If I had visited her sooner, I might have caught something amiss. Then, she might have recovered just from taking your tonic, right?" She darted around the surgical table like a madwoman and seized Chloe's arms, shaking her repeatedly.

emotion. The ache in her heart grew unbearable, and her tears flowed freely. The reality before them was stark, and she had no choice but to

shake her head, her words trapped in her

preserve it so that Mr. Lloyd can take a look once he arrives. Then, we'll come up with a plan of action." Chloe took a deep breath, and once she finished speaking, she turned the air conditioning to

overwhelming sorrow, Roxanna clung to sanity, her anguish transforming into a seething hatred. She had suspected Evelyn's involvement in the voodoo bug from the beginning; now, she was driven by an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Then, she left the operating

Awakening in the villa, she went about her day, providing early education to the

has been delivered. Please place it in the kitchen after you finish, and

she caressed her belly, listened to the servant's voice, her smile soured, and

rudeness that became apparent upon closer scrutiny. While they ensured she received three meals daily and met her basic needs, their concern didn't extend beyond that. Hence, these servants would remain indifferent even if she threw a tantrum and refused to

notion, as at least a caged bird would receive some interaction, yet no one in her