In her dreams, from start to finish, he called only for her.

Suddenly, she didn’t know how to respond appropriately.

These days, her father called her every day, while Whitney likely wished for her to die in the hospital as soon as possible.

Amidst her thoughts, Chloe Vance arrived.

As usual, she smiled sweetly, as if she’d already forgotten about being teased by Rouge Jarvis yesterday, and warmly greeted, "Aunt Jarvis, have you had breakfast?"

"Leibe’s wife will bring it over soon, have you eaten?"

Chloe nodded, smiling, "Yes, I’ve eaten."

Then she came to Tiana Thorne’s side, took an IV bottle from the nurse’s trolley, and gently said, "This is the last bottle of medicine. Dr. Garrison said you’re recovering well, and you can be discharged tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Chloe nodded, administering the IV, "By then, it’ll be hard to see you again."

At this moment, Rouge Jarvis calmly stated, "Not hard, when Tiana and Maxim get married, I’ll send you an invitation, and we can meet at the wedding."

Whether she meant it or not, just that one sentence placed Tiana Thorne and Chloe Vance on two different levels.

Chloe felt both pain and hatred in her heart.

The wretched woman had chosen Tiana Thorne.

Then let Tiana Thorne die before her very eyes!

With just this last normal bottle of medicine, Tiana Thorne would breathe her last.

Her eyes burned with fervor, her hands slightly trembling.

Tiana Thorne smiled faintly and, somewhat weakly, asked, "Miss Vance, did you have a seizure? Your hands are shaking."

"No, Miss Thorne, you’re joking."

As she spoke, she held Tiana Thorne’s hand and, this time, smoothly inserted the needle.

Just as she connected the medicine, Tiana Thorne gripped her hand tightly: "Did you poison the medicine!?"

With those words, she began to gasp wildly, as if someone were strangling her, unable to breathe.

Seeing this, Chloe was terrified at heart, yet amidst her fear lay wild joy.

Finally, the poison had taken effect!

Tiana Thorne was about to die!

From now on, no one could compete with her for Maxim Ford!

She flung her hand away: "What are you talking about?"

Rouge Jarvis quickly rushed over to help her breathe: "Don’t speak, I’ve already called Nathan over."

Tiana Thorne gripped Rouge Jarvis’s hand in return, her eyes glinting coldly, an eagle-like gaze fixed on Chloe Vance: "If I die, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go."

Chloe, seeing her expression, was terrified, her guilty conscience undeniable. Her face was pale, her voice slightly trembling: "I really didn’t poison you, once my cousin checks, you’ll see."

"Last night, I was itching and swollen all over, had difficulty breathing, nearly died. Now after your medicine, this feeling is stronger. Chloe Vance, do you dare to say you didn’t poison me?"

Chloe knew she was about to die and suddenly wasn’t afraid anymore; she believed Tiana Thorne had no evidence and angrily retorted, "I said I didn’t, then I didn’t. Didn’t you have no issues with the previous bottles I’ve administered? If you think I poisoned you, then test the bottle, and if it’s really poisoned, I’ll admit to it."

At this moment, Rouge Jarvis lowered her gaze, concealing any expression on her face, merely gripping Tiana Thorne’s hand tightly.

Tiana Thorne felt pain from her grip and pulled her hand back.

When her mother rushed over earlier, she saw the worry in her eyes, and beyond that, a cautiousness...

She didn’t think much further, merely curling her lips into a smile.

It was time to cut to the chase.