Chapter 922

‘Two hundred thousand for just an injection and bringing the target to the car park is indeed a good deal.’ Olivia thought about it and nodded. “Yeah. It’s really an irresistible deal.” ‘Got her revenge and earned money out of it. What a way to kill two birds with one stone.’ Ms. Watson stopped talking but clenched her fists tightly. Olivia glanced at her and asked, “Do you still hate me?” “I do!” She immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed her answer. “No… I don’t hate you. Ms. James, please help me, stop them from torturing me. I’ll serve my time in jail.” “Mhmm, how dishonest.” Olivia snorted. “Why didn’t you expose Dorothy?” “I did, but they said that there was no solid evidence against her. Plus… a man told me to shut up or he would kill me, so I dare not say anything.” ‘A man?’ “What did he look like?” Ms. Watson shook her head. “I never saw him. He talked to me over the phone.” Olivia squinted and secretly clenched her fists. ‘It must be him! ‘He works in such a sneaky way, leaving all of us clueless. ‘If this goes on, we will never be able to guess who’s behind all this as long as he doesn’t show his face. ‘In other words, the only way will be… waiting for him to abandon Dorothy. ‘This is probably the only way for him to show up.’ “Ms. James…” Hearing such, Olivia continued showing her indifferent expression and looked at her. “Ms. Watson, you hate the wrong person.” “What do you mean?” “Did you forget the reason Ken fired you back then? “Blood extraction.” “Yeah.” Olivia sneered. “Remember, the person you wanted to save with my husband’s blood was Dorothy Jameson.” Ms. Watson bit her lips. “Hospitals are meant to save people.” “You’re right, but listen, I would never let my husband save our enemy, yet you tried to guilt trip us?” Olivia gazed at her coldly. “Dorothy almost killed both my kids, and she paralyzed my husband, but you still wanted to use his blood to save her after knowing what happened. Ms. Watson, I assume you both were already in contact before this, right?” Hearing this, Ms. Watson’s eyes widened, and she leaned backward. “Ms. James, it’s fine if you continue targeting me, but why are you accusing me of such things?” “Accusing?” Olivia snorted. “Do you really think that I am interested in falsely accusing you?” Ms. Watson avoided her gaze and rubbed her hands together. “Please leave if you don’t have any proof against me! I should’ve known better, you aren’t as kind as you look. Ms. Jameson is right, you’re a wicked woman!” ‘Wicked woman?’ Olivia smirked. ‘Did she just call me wicked?’ She did not think she was worthy of such a title. Olivia retrieved a small vial and placed it on the table. “You remember this right?” “You…” “I found this near your desk.” Ms. Watson gulped. “It’s a hospital, what’s so surprising about me having a vial?” “I’ve asked the doctor about it. If this medicine is administered for a prolonged period, the patient’s organs will fail. That was the reason Kate went into a coma before.” Olivia’s expression darkened. “If I guessed correctly, you were the one who injected the medicine into Kate on a daily basis and Dorothy Jameson was the one who instructed you to do so.” “No, I didn’t!” “You did!” Olivia spoke loudly, her bright eyes seemed to see through Ms. Watson. "On the day Kate was admitted into the emergency room, your bank account received a hundred thousand dollars, and the source of the money was Dorothy Jameson!” “No! Impossible!” Ms. Watson stood up immediately and backed off while shaking her head in fear. “That’s impossible. You were so foolish, and I was so cautious while doing it. How did you find out?”