All Too Late

Chapter 343

Chapter 343 Has She Regained Her Memory

Gizem flashed Shadow a cold smile. “Is something wrong?”

“What are you doing?” Shadow looked at her with a serious expression. “Would you believe me if I said I’m attempting to be a thief?” Gizem asked with a half-smile.

“Master said that I can get rid of you if you do anything odd.” The look on Shadow’s face became sinister.

“Get rid of me?” Gizem chuckled.

“You?” Shadow’s eyes turned cold.

“You asked for it! I won’t let you go the way I did during the day!”

After that, he raised his fist. Gizem looked at his raised fist coldly with a calm smile on her face.

“Do it.” Just as Shadow was about to throw a punch, his hand suddenly dropped. What the… He tried to move his arm but realized that he could not raise it no matter how hard he tried. Afterward, he felt that his waist also became sore and weak. He could not even stand. A hint of coldness appeared in Gizem’s eyes.

“What’s wrong? Do you find that you have no strength in you?”

“What did you do?” Shadow looked at her in disbelief. Immediately afterward, he fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with hatred.

“Hmph! You guys are really ungrateful. It’s all thanks to my drug that you can act with impunity all these years.” Gizem looked down at him condescendingly.

“Even this island and everything on this island was bought using the money we make from selling the drug I developed.” Shadow gritted his teeth.

“Master won’t let you off! Neither can you escape from here!” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I don’t want to escape. I just want to find out who I am, my identity.” Gizem had a cold look in her eyes. Propping his body up, Shadow smiled wickedly.

“You won’t end well once Master catches you. He’ll definitely make you hand over the antidote.” Gizem replied in an indifferent tone,

“There is no antidote to this drug. Besides, you and I are both only tools to Master. He has many tools like you, but I’m different. I can help him make money.”

“You are too arrogant.” Shadow was indignant.

“Ha. I don’t have time to argue with you here. The drug will kick in in a minute. By then, you will be stiff and unable to move. Your tongue will also turn so stiff that you won’t be able to speak, so if you want to snitch on me, you may do so to the devil in hell.” With a triumphant smile, Gizem turned around and left.

“Come back here!” Shadow screamed angrily. Gizem, however, had already left. Shadow wanted to call Theodore to inform him about what just happened, but his arms had turned completely immobile.

“No… No!” Then he realized that he could not move his tongue as well. No! Gizem, who got the key, immediately rushed to the work area. The keys Shadow had were for the speedboat and the work area. Thus, they provided her with unimpeded access to everywhere. It was the first time she was in the work area.

Although she was not very familiar with the place, the work area only had one floor, which made it easier for her to search the place. She saw Theodore in the innermost laboratory, but she did not go in.

There were windows on the doors of the laboratories. Through the window, she saw that Theodore was still working. It seemed that the latter had not started drawing Desi’s blood. Where would Desi be? She turned around and continued walking inside. She then saw a sickbay.

A sickbay? Could it be that the person living here is, according to rumors, the child left behind by Theodore’s son? She looked in through the glass window and could only see a person lying on the hospital bed. She gently pushed the door open and walked in. There was really someone lying on the bed. It was a boy that was about twelve or thirteen years old.

He was in a coma, and his face was purple. Gizem checked his pulse and found that he was indeed terminally ill. Desi’s blood might not be able to save him. Gizem had to go and find Desi, or it would really be too late. Gizem secretly came out of the sickbay and walked to the next room, which seemed to be a sickbay as well. There was also a person lying on the bed. It seemed to be a kid. Gizem immediately pushed open the door and went in. She walked up to the bed and saw that it was indeed Desi.

“Desi, it’s me.” She patted Desi lightly on the cheek. However, the latter did not wake up. Gizem found it weird. After noticing a glass that was half full on the side, she picked up the glass and sniffed at it. D*mn it! It’s spiked! They probably kept feeding Desi the drug in order to keep her quiet.

The drug was so powerful that it affected adults, let alone children. Gizem took out a sheepskin scroll hidden at her waist and unfolded it, revealing three silver needles. She took out a silver needle and gently inserted it into the space between Desi’s brows. After thirty seconds, Desi came round and was immediately about to cry. Gizem gently covered her mouth and whispered, “Shh. Don’t make a sound. I’m here to save you.” Desi nodded.

Gizem pulled out the silver needle and put it away. She then said in a hushed voice, “I’m taking you away now. Don’t be afraid.”

“Okay.” Desi nodded obediently. Gizem helped her get dressed, then carried the latter in her arms, preparing to leave. Desi wrapped her arms around Gizem’s neck tightly without making a sound. Turning around with Desi in her arms, Gizem saw Theodore standing at the door looking at them with a chilling gaze.

“What are you doing, Gizem?” Theodore asked coldly.

“Master, I should be asking you this.” Gizem hugged Desi tightly. She could feel the latter shivering in her arms.

“Put her down!” Theodore demanded sternly.

“Master, I’ve checked the kid’s pulse. He’s already gravely ill. It’ll be useless no matter how many times you change his blood,” Gizem said coldly.

“You know nothing! Put her down, and I’ll spare you. If you insist to go against me, I won’t let you off.” Theodore gave her a serious look.

“Master, if you need someone’s blood for that kid, you can use mine. Desi is still a kid. If you draw her blood, she’ll die,” Gizem proposed. Theodore chuckled through his gritted teeth.

“What do you know? Only her blood can save my grandson.” Gizem was stunned at his words.

“Why?” Theodore replied coldly, “Why should I tell you?”

“Well, I guess we have nothing more to say, then.” Gizem took a deep breath.

“Master, I have another question for you.” Theodore fixed his cold gaze on her.

“Who am I? Who the hell am I?” Gizem asked. Theodore did not expect such a question from Gizem. Has she regained her memory? It’s impossible. There are parasitic worms in her body that will give her a momentous amount of pain once she remembers her past.

“Why the silence, Master?” Gizem took a step forward.

“You said the man I loved died, and so did our child, but you never showed me his picture. What did he look like?”