Drug Constitution 5

I sat in the back of the car slowly closing the window. completely shutting out the commotion

3:40 pm G

I sat in the back of the car, slowly closing the window, completely shutting out the commotion

outside.

Damien Blackwood, your retribution has only just begun.

He was bitten by the venomous snake last time, and though his life was in danger, he took the

antidote in time.

Damien himself hadn’t taken it seriously, even thinking he’d given Willow a chance to shine and legitimately become Mrs. Blackwood.

He thought he was in control, but he overlooked the lurking neurotoxin.

If he had dutifully followed the doctor’s orders, rested, and cooperated with the hospital, he would

have slowly recovered.

However, Willow, using her fake “savior” identity, climbed into the Blackwood family and

transformed into Mrs. Blackwood.

Which of the other socialite daughters who wanted to marry into the Blackwood family would accept

that?

Open mockery and veiled rivalries became the norm.

How could Damien stand by and watch his beloved woman be bullied?

To support Willow, he endured his physical discomfort, accompanying her to countless events and shopping for wedding necessities.

Willow’s favored jewelry, limited edition diamond bags, designer gowns–all were personally purchased by Damien.

Everyone who saw them said Willow was unbelievably lucky.

But she didn’t know that every moment of her glory was, in fact, built upon Damien’s rapidly deteriorating life.

As soon as I got home, I saw the news that Blackwood Inc.’s stock had plummeted.

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Damien Blackwood was the sole heir of Blackwood Inc. His every move could sway countless shareholders and the fate of thousands of employees.

Now, collapsing in public, his life hanging in the balance, it would be strange if the stock *didn’t* fall.

I lazily put my phone down.

Then, I saw Julian Vance slowly walk in.

A slight smile played on his lips.

“The Blackwood family is in complete chaos. Want to add some fuel to the firé?”

I blinked, a smirk curving my lips.

“Let’s go!”

In the hospital room, Damien lay on the bed, several specialists urgently consulting.

Willow was slumped on the floor, crying her eyes out, her shoulders trembling violently.

Mrs. Blackwood, who already couldn’t stand her, slapped Willow across the face.

“You’re a jinx! Damien hadn’t even fully recovered, and you kept dragging him to so many events!”

“Now he’s unconscious, and it’s all your fault!”

“The doctor said the toxins haven’t been completely expelled, and his nerve damage is severe. His arm… he might lose it!”

She pointed at Willow, her voice trembling with rage.

Willow’s eyes were filled with helplessness.

What had she done wrong?

Just because she was a housekeeper’s daughter, did she deserve to be treated as inferior?

“It wasn’t me… I didn’t… I never forced him to accompany me, he did it willingly…”

“Shut up!”

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Mrs. Blackwood slapped her again, completely cutting off her attempt to explain.

Mr. Blackwood also bristled at Willow’s words.

“I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve cast on him, that he’d disregard his own body!”

“If Damien doesn’t wake up, I don’t see the need for your wedding to proceed.”

“Tomorrow, you and your mother will leave the Blackwood estate!”

Willow’s eyes widened sharply. If she lost Damien, her father would sell her to a forty–something–year–old old man for a bride price.

She had fought so hard to get to this point, just one last step, how could she give up?

Just then, Damien suddenly regained some consciousness, too weak to utter a complete sentence.

“Who dares touch her?”

“Willow is my fiancée. No matter what happens, that won’t change…”

“The wedding will proceed as planned…”

His voice was hoarse, fragmented.

Yet, he woke up and immediately defended Willow.

Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood exchanged glances, completely at a loss.

Mrs. Blackwood’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling with tears.

“Damien, have you lost your mind? The company is in this state, and you’re still thinking about a wedding?”