Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 594

Hampton Corp. was under Caleb's control. The moment he stepped outside its doors, he would have to act in accordance with the Sterlings' wishes.

Caleb was a smart man. He understood immediately that this was Julian's message, delivered through the mouth of a subordinate.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, he walked to the safe, took out the antidote, and tossed it toward Julian

"Does Syd know that the righteous, upright ‘good brother’ she holds in such high regard doesn't hesitate to strike at the old, the weak, or the sick?" His voice carried a sharp edge of mockery. Julian caught the vial with one hand, his expression utterly indifferent. "You're not any better."

He said nothing more. He turned and led his people out. The priority now was to get the antidote back to the hospital. Only then could Sydney truly breathe again.

Caleb watched Julian's retreating figure, a flicker of killing intent flashing through his eyes. His fingers closed slowly around the vial until his knuckles turned white.

After a brief pause, his assistant asked, "Mr. Hampton, do we still proceed with the port arrangements?"

"Proceed for what?" Caleb smiled self-mockingly. "So I can run as far away as possible and avoid seeing what I can't stand?"

With the antidote gone, how could she possibly leave with him?

He could not bring himself to truly hurt her, especially now that she was pregnant. Yet he also could not accept handing the rest of her life to someone as ruthless as Julian.

opportunity. Caleb did not linger. He kept the

him return, her face lit up.

her question and asked instead, his tone grave, "

the backyard. The doctor said she needs

"Sunlight?" Caleb echoed.

for her reply,

looked nothing like the chaos he had imagined after his grandmother's supposed poisoning. It was

of snacks toward the backyard. When he saw Caleb, a flash of guilt crossed his face. " Mr. Hampton,

deepened. "Where's

housekeeper handed him the snacks as well. "Please take these along. They're

him for the

Dorothy sat in a rattan chair with her eyes closed, basking in the sunlight. Her

he studied her, she did

his footsteps, or perhaps she sensed his gaze. She opened her eyes

Her voice was calm and

had been deceived. His ‘own

been him alone. Only him, clutching the medicine that could save

raised the vial in his hand

here?