Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 882:

Perfect.

Allison swung her backpack over one shoulder and walked toward the bookshelf.

She retrieved Verruckt’s fingerprint mold and pressed it against a raised panel.

The bookshelf creaked, then swung open like a hidden door.

Without hesitation, Allison slipped through the opening and shut it firmly behind her.

In this lab, Verruckt’s clearance was top-tier, so Allison approached the observation room door without fear.

Through the glass, she finally spotted Lilian inside. Lilian was mumbling incoherently, her voice shaky. “Stay away… Kill her… Stay away…”

It was obvious that she was trapped in a hallucination.

Allison didn’t have time to waste.

She took a steadying breath and pulled the serum from her backpack.

Once again, she used the fingerprint to unlock the observation room door.

The sound of the door creaking open echoed through the quiet lab.

This was Allison’s first real encounter with Lilian. Remembering Lilian’s unstable condition, she made sure to keep her distance.

“Lilian,” she called gently.

Since the morning, Lilian had been facing the wall. Even when Lena came in to record data, she hadn’t moved.

But at the sound of her name, Lilian slowly turned her head.

“I… I am Lilian…” she muttered, as if still clinging to some sense of reality.

Allison frowned as soon as she saw Lilian.

Her nerves were already on edge, and the sight of Lilian made her gasp.

Lilian’s cheeks were covered in purple veins, evidence of some kind of injection for observation. She looked both disturbing and frightening.

Allison carefully opened the door and took a slow step toward her.

“Relax, I’m here to take you home,” she said gently.

But something in her voice seemed to set Lilian off.noveldrama

Lilian, who had been in a daze, suddenly snapped. “Don’t come near me… I’ll kill you!” she screamed.

Lilian lunged to attack, but Allison was prepared. With lightning reflexes, she seized Lilian’s wrists and held them firmly.

“Don’t even try it,” she ordered, her voice cold and firm. Without hesitation, she jabbed the needle into Lilian’s neck, driving the serum deep with one quick press of the plunger.

“Ahhhhh!” Lilian howled as the serum surged through her veins, overwhelming her with agony.

She twisted and writhed, but her body betrayed her, refusing to obey her will.

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