The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2474

"Mr. Bailiff." The medical staff bowed immediately, their posture rigid with deference.

Everyone in the base knew of Clarice and Jace-the ones who held authority and dictated the rules. To others, they were untouchable, standing at the very pinnacle of power.

None of them truly understood the purpose of this place. They lived in ignorance, unaware that beyond their world existed forces even greater, masters even more formidable. "How has she been these past few days?" Jace asked, his face unreadable.

"She has shown some signs of rejection, but so far, there is no sign of organ failure. It's truly surprising. She appears delicate, yet her body is unexpectedly resilient, stronger than many men."noveldrama

The medic let out a mirthless chuckle. "But today is the fourth injection. Who knows if she will survive? Last month, four test subjects did not make it past the fourth dose. They were taken straight to the incinerator for disposal."

Jace's jaw clenched. A shadow passed over his sharp features. When he spoke, his voice was low, rough, edged with something dangerous. "I told you before. She must be kept alive. She has a purpose."

His gaze darkened. "If you keep pushing her like this, she won't last much longer."

The medic hesitated. "But Dr. Amaryllis instructed us to proceed with standard testing. There were no special arrangements"

Jace pressed his lips into a thin line. In an instant, he understood Clarice's cruel intentions.

Grant had hidden Yvonne here for two reasons. First, because it was a place no one would think to search, and second, because keeping her alive meant she could be used as leverage- a bargaining chip and a threat against Bella and Drew.

But Clarice was no fool. She knew Grant did not care whether Yvonne lived or died.

If Yvonne perished in the experiment, it would simply mean she was too weak. A fitting end for someone like her. Grant would not punish anyone for it.

Jace exhaled slowly, then extended his hand. "Give me the drug. I will administer it myself. You are dismissed."

Without waiting for a response, he seized the medicine box from the medic's grasp.

The medic hesitated but ultimately said nothing, turning and exiting the room.

Jace pushed open the heavy door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The door clicked shut behind him. He locked it.

The room was dark, the air thick with sterile antiseptic and the faint scent of decay. He flicked on a single overhead lamp. A dull yellow glow filled the space, casting his tall, lean frame in sharp relief.

On the hospital bed, Yvonne lay motionless, her figure frail and wasted.

The moment she heard footsteps, a violent tremor seized her.

Her pupils shrank, her limbs convulsed, her body wracked with an agony so deep it reached her very core.

"Yvonne, it is me." His deep voice cut through the suffocating silence. His broad shoulders blocked the surveillance camera.

Yvonne's bloodshot eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. With all the strength she had left, her skeletal fingers clutched weakly at the hem of his coat.

Her cracked and dry lips parted. Her voice was so hoarse and broken that it barely formed words. "Hugh..."

Jace's heartbeat faltered. A shockwave tore through his chest, shaking him to the core. His fingers curled involuntarily, trembling against his will.

"Hugh... please, save me..." She had endured so much pain and suffering. But the moment she saw him, her fragile walls crumbled. Her tears broke free, streaming down her gaunt cheeks.

"Please... Stop torturing me...." Her voice cracked. "If you won't, then end it quickly..."

Jace's expression remained cold, impassive, betraying nothing. He pulled a syringe from his coat.

Yvonne's heart plummeted. A bitter, despairing laugh bubbled from her lips. How foolish she had been. How laughable. To think, even for a moment, that she could hope for mercy from one of Grant's people.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to her fate.

The needle pierced her skin.

A second passed. Then another.

Jace leaned down, his breath ghosting against her ear. His voice, low and deliberate, sent a shiver through her fragile frame.

"Don't panic," Jace murmured. "It's not the drug. I only gave you a dose of vitamins."