The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 618

"I've practiced medicine for decades, and I have never seen such an exquisite technique," one of the senior doctors murmurs, mesmerized. "Her precision is supernatural."

"Agreed," another specialist whispers back. "And I've never seen needles forged like that. She must have custom-designed them herself."

Their hushed tones are thick with newfound admiration.

Hearing the experts praise her enemy sends a surge of irritation through Bonnie. "She probably just got lucky. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut," she mutters under her breath.

A lethal glare from Zoey finally forces Bonnie to snap her mouth shut. Julianna remains silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes track Tara's every move with intense, calculating scrutiny.

Deaf to the chatter, Tara remains locked in her zone. Her gaze is sharp, her hands steady, twisting and sinking the needles with perfect depth and rhythm. Gradually, a faint flush of color returns to the matriarch's terrifyingly pale face, and the jagged rise and fall of her chest smooths into a steady rhythm.

Next, Tara carefully tips a vial of dark, custom-blended medicine past Lindsay's lips, letting the liquid slide smoothly down her throat. She had formulated this specific compound tailored entirely to the old woman's failing system.

Moments after swallowing the liquid, the color in Lindsay's cheeks deepens—right before her body violently convulses. She begins coughing violently, hacking up massive mouthfuls of dark, coagulated blood.

The gruesome sight sends a shockwave of terror through the room.

Faced with such staggering ignorance, Tara looks at Bonnie as if staring at a brick wall. Lindsay is in her twilight years; organ degradation and the accumulation of bodily impurities are basic biological facts. Only an absolute idiot would scream about it like a conspiracy. Tara doesn't even bother to argue; engaging with stupidity only drags you down to its level.

"Even if she needed to purge blood, it shouldn't be this violent," Gregory argues, his skepticism peaking as he watches his mother remain unconscious amidst the mess.

Zoey doesn't waste time arguing. She grabs some tissues and helps a nurse gently pat her mother's back and wipe her face. It isn't that she doubts Tara, but she knows nothing about medicine and doesn't know how to defend the process.

"Julianna, go analyze what's left in that vial," Gregory orders sharply, turning to his elder niece. Julianna is a rising star at the elite Sector 01 Research Institute and a direct student of Professor Howard. Identifying the chemical makeup of an unknown substance should be a walk in the park for her.