My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 384

In a hotel room.

Sitting in a chair, Arabella pushed a long needle into her vein and watched the drops of Mandala's

poison melt into her body.

With her previous experience, Arabella thought she was no longer unfamiliar with Mandala's poison,

but when it broke out, she felt a pain that was hundreds of times more intense than the previous one.

In terms of medicine, Mandala's poison had developed a certain immunity to her blood, and her blood

defense level had decreased, making the poison naturally more rampant.

Arabella's small face turned extremely pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It was

as if something was gnawing at her bones, driving her mad with pain.

Arabella endured the throbbing pain and quickly picked up a pen. She wrote down several important

medical equations on paper, but one was still missing.

Arabella felt like she was about to succeed. She felt that victory was within her grasp and that she was NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

on the verge of developing an antidote.

However, she missed the most important equation.

"What is it?" she thought.

Before she could work it out, Arabella had fallen from her chair, and drops of blood were rapidly

gushing from her nose.

She reached out and touched it. Then she saw that her veil was covered with blood.

Arabella quickly reached for the needle, which was at her fingertips. At that moment, however, a

piercing noise like the whistling of a train sounded in her ears, and she felt as if the whole world were

whirling around her.

She couldn't see anything clearly.

Arabella fell softly to the carpet like a deflated ball. She reached out and groped for a moment on the

carpet to find the needle.

However, she didn't touch anything.

Arabella's vision slowly darkened, and she was about to faint.

At that moment, the room door was suddenly opened, and someone walked in. "Arabella, Arabella!

Keep your eyes open and do not sleep. Mandala's poison can damage your brain, so you must not

sleep!"

Arabella felt someone calling her name, and her slender eyelashes quivered. She tried hard to open

her eyes, and Tyrone's cold and handsome face widened in her sight.

Tyrone was finally here.

However, what Arabella saw was not Tyrone. Tyrone's face quickly turned into Kenneth's. She weakly

smiled and said softly, "Mr. Lucero, here you are..."

Tyrone was very familiar with Mandala's poison, for both he and Arabella had studied it. Therefore, he

knew that when this poison attacked, there would be confusion in consciousness. That was the reason

why she had mistaken him for Kenneth.

"Don't move. I'll draw the poison out of your blood now."

Tyrone took out a sharp knife and made a cut at her fingertip. With his excellent medical skills, the

wound in her fingertip was shallow and could not be seen without a careful examination, but black

blood soon dripped from it.

Arabella felt the pain in her body gradually diminish and then disappear, but she was not yet fully

awake.

"Take a rest, and you will be okay soon. There is blood on your face. I'll go get a towel to wipe it off for

you." Tyrone got up and walked towards the bathroom.

However, just after he had taken a few steps, two small hands hugged him from behind. Arabella's soft

body pressed against him, and her hands wrapped around his waist. "Mr. Lucero, give me a hug for a

while. I'm so cold."