She’d been so desperate for revenge, she actually used her own son as a test subject. If it hadn’t been for her, Newell never would’ve gotten that genetic mutation. The more Charlotte thought about it, the more she felt like she could barely hold back the urge to go after Damaris herself.
“Give me your hand,” Charlotte said quietly, fighting to keep her voice steady.
“I’m fine,” Newell tried to reassure her with a smile, but still placed his hand on the table. He forced another grin. “The news online isn’t real, right?”
“It’s real,” Charlotte said softly. She focused on his pulse, her voice low. “I agreed to Allanson’s deal.”
The second those words left her mouth, Newell jerked his hand away and shot to his feet. He glared down at her, furious. “You did it for the antidote, didn’t you?”
“Half the reason.”
“I don’t care what your reason is. Refuse him,” Newell snapped. He turned to Anthony, looking totally fed up. “Anthony, aren’t you going to say something? How can you just let her do whatever she wants right now?”
Charlotte knew exactly what it meant to take over the Hawk family and restart those gene experiments. She wasn’t stupid. And she was pregnant too.
“I already told you. I don’t need you risking yourself for the antidote,” Newell growled, his eyes red, voice rough. “If you go through with this, even if you bring the antidote, I won’t take it.”
He wasn’t about to let her walk into danger for him.
“You’re already weak, your heartbeat’s all over the place. The antidote might mess with your system. You need to get your body ready first,” Charlotte said, ignoring his anger. She finished taking his pulse and spoke like she was just stating facts. “I brought some medicine to help. Take it, rest for half an hour, then you can have the antidote.”
“Jackson.”
As soon as she called, Jackson stepped forward and handed over the medicine. “Newell, please take this.”
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