Chapter 238 A Fatal Mistake

Nova shot Tristan a teasing glance. “I wasn’t nearly as mischievous as Ivy when I was little. I was an angel compared to her.” Tristan wasn’t convinced. “Oh, really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe.” … Meanwhile, Elena and Victor had been burning the midnight oil for days. Finally, after countless hours of work, the antidote was ready. Elena held up the small glass vial containing two tiny pills, pride swelling in her chest. It was her first time creating something so intricate, and the sense of accomplishment was undeniable. Everyone gathered in the living room, their eyes fixed on Victor. Tristan, who had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever, now felt oddly calm. The anxiety that had been gnawing at him for weeks had faded, replaced with quiet resolve. Victor finished his examination and nodded. “You’re in decent shape. Now, after you take this, you’ll probably develop a fever, but don’t worry. Once the fever breaks, you should