Right Person, Wrong Time

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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

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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.

Seemingly clouded with mist, Chloe's eyes, swollen and red, finally succumbed to the torrent of 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 accept it. Then, she struggled to regain her composure and spoke with deliberate care through her

sobs. "Roxanna, we must let Nicole rest in peace."

However, Roxanna continued to shake her head, her words trapped in her throat.

"Let's freeze Nicole's body to 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 full

blast before leaving. This surgery room had been custom-built for Nicole—it would become her final resting place.

Amidst the 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 theater with a final, sorrowful glance at the lifeless

figure on the table.

Meanwhile, Evelyn remained oblivious to Nicole's passing. Awakening in the villa, she went about her day, providing

early education to the child growing within her.

"Miss Wrenn, your lunch has been delivered. Please place it in the kitchen after you finish, and someone will come

to retrieve it."

As Evelyn, her head bowed while she caressed her belly, listened to the servant's voice, her smile soured, and she

responded calmly, "Okay."

The servant's outward respect toward her masked an underlying 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

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beyond that. Hence, these servants would remain indifferent even if she threw a tantrum and refused to eat meals.

To put it bluntly, Evelyn was akin to a bird in a cage, although that analogy felt almost unrealistic. Nevertheless, she

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

surroundings seemed willing to exchange a single word with her.

"I'm here to see Colton Gardner's wife, Evelyn Wrenn," a woman shouted from the doorway. The voice was loud, yet

a hint of hoarseness lingered within it.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Gardner doesn't have a wife, but Miss Wrenn is inside. Please come with me," the servant responded

promptly.

After hearing this, Evelyn was momentarily taken aback, then offered a self-mocking smile as she realized even the

servants would clarify her status to guests on Colton's behalf.

"Evelyn Wrenn, come out here. I don't want to step foot inside this disgusting place!" As she regained her senses,

she was met with the brusque demand of the person outside.

Evelyn's temper had waned when confronting Colton, but it didn't mean she would tolerate being bossed around by

anyone. Clenching her fist around her belly, she moved toward the door as swiftly as she could manage without

assistance.

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