Chapter 926

Chapter 926 Not Worth The Sympathy The next day, Neera was having breakfast when Chad filled her in on the events of the previous day.

“So it was the butler.”

Neera was quite surprised.

She had a vague impression of the butler from her previous visits, and he seemed rather docile.

She hadn’t expected him to be involved in such sinister deeds.

It just went to show that one couldn’t judge people solely by their appearances.

“Yeah,” Chad replied, avoiding discussing Avery’s parents.

He continued, “If you have time this morning, you should go visit.”

Neera considered it for a moment and then nodded. “All right.”

After breakfast, Jean personally drove her to the Cox residence.

“Ms. Garcia, you’ve finally arrived!”

The two elders had been eagerly awaiting her.

Without wasting any time on formalities, they immediately approached her.

“The mother wug has been located. Would you like to see him now? Also, can you start treating Mr.

Cox?”

Neera shook her head as they walked inside. “We’ll need to wait until I’ve examined Mr. Cox before we can discuss the treatment.”

As they spoke, they reached the medical room where Avery was waiting.”

His complexion appeared quite poor, Since receiving the news last night, anger had been festering in his chest, keeping him awake all night.

Shadows darkened his gaze, and his lips were an alarming pallor.

However, when he laid eyes on Neera, his gaze managed to muster a hint of warmth.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” he said, and as he attempted to sit up, Neera quickly stepped forward to support him.

“It’s all right, I’ve seen people in much worse conditions. Why be polite now? You shouldn’t move around too much. Lie back down. How are you feeling today?” Neera inquired.

Avery obediently reclined, his eyelashes lifting to meet her lowered gaze. He replied nonchalantly, “I’m much better.

But Neera didn’t buy it.

His current state of weakness didn’t seem anywhere close to “much better.”

“Give me your hand; I want to check your pulse,” she demanded.

Avery was about to refuse, but her hand was already gently touching his.

As she had anticipated, his pulse was weak, feeble, and irregular. His energy and vitality were greatly depleted.

Recalling what Chad had told her, she returned his hand under the blanket and cautioned, “Given your current physical condition and the fragility of your emotions, it’s not advisable for me to start treatment now. Your emotional fluctuations should be kept minimal. Plus, your chest wound needs to heal more before I can begin any treatment. Otherwise, with your current level of weakness, you won’t be able to withstand the pain of the treatment, and it could be dangerous.”

After a brief pause, she added her advice, “As an outsider, I might not have the right to meddle in your family’s affairs, but I sincerely hope you can temporarily set aside your desire for revenge. I understand it’s difficult, but you still have a future ahead of you. Revenge can wait; it’s a dish best served cold. If you let yourself deteriorate now, you’ll have no means to seek justice, and the real mastermind will remain hidden. You need to make a full recovery first and then launch a thorough counterattack. Do you understand what I mean?”

“A thorough counterattack…” Avery repeated these words, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Shortly after, he nodded and said, “You’re right, I’ve been too impatient. Don’t worry; I’ll prioritize my health.”

With those words, he lifted his gaze, and there was a gentle warmth in his eyes as he continued, “Neera, thank you for your comfort and advice.”

Her words had inexplicably lifted the heaviness that had clouded his heart throughout the night, and he couldn’t quite fathom why.

Neera, on the other hand, felt somewhat taken aback when he addressed her by her name so directly.

But considering his weakened state, she didn’t correct him.

She swiftly changed the subject and continued to offer medical guidance, saying, “As long as you follow the medical advice diligently, I promise to help you make a full recovery.”

Avery nodded and said softly, “I trust you.”

Afterward, Neera handed over the medications she had brought to Avery’s attending physician.

“These drugs are beneficial for the wound on his chest. They were developed by my mentor’s team and have been for private use until now. They haven’t been mass–produced, but their efficacy is much better than the drugs available on the market.”

The attending physician accepted the medications with gratitude.

Once she left the treatment room, Neera turned to the two elders and said, “Could you please take me to meet the butler?”

She needed to confirm something about the presence of the mother wug inside him.

The two elders had no objections and personally led her to the room at the end of the corridor.

Outside the room, several bodyguards were stationed, ensuring nothing could enter or exit without permission.

Upon entering the room, Neera saw Charles, who was bound and blindfolded.

He squirmed briefly when he heard someone enter, but his struggles were in vain.

He squirmed briefly when he heard someone enter, but his struggles were in vain.

Neera, expressionless, removed the cloth covering his head.

Having not seen light for a long time, Charles immediately squinted uncomfortably.

Charles appeared utterly wretched in his current state, covered in injuries and bearing numerous bruises on his face.

He looked battered and bruised, but Neera felt no sympathy.

For someone who had employed such sinister methods, causing harm and taking lives, there was no reason to show him sympathy.

Charles finally got a clear view of her face and furrowed his brow, demanding, What are you here for?”

Neera didn’t waste any words on him. She simply waved her hand, and a stupefying drug was sprinkled onto his face.

“Ugh, you-”

Charles began coughing and choking from inhaling too much of the substance, and before he could finish his sentence, he passed out.

Neera, without any rush, took out a silver needle and punctured a few meridian points on Charles’s arm.

Soon, several blood streaks appeared, indicating the mother wug’s response to the stimulation.

After observing this, Neera furrowed her brow and removed the needle.

She then stood up and addressed the two elders, “The mother wug inside him is highly active. Even a slight stimulus triggers a reaction. This suggests that his physical condition has been weakening.

Therefore, you must not torment him any further, at least until the wug curse on Mr. Cox is lifted. Next, I will go prepare the necessary medicines Both elders seemed reluctant to comply.

“He harmed Mr. Cox. Are we supposed to pamper him with good food and drink?” they protested.

Neera explained, “In fact, he does need to be well–fed and cared for. You see, the process of breaking the wug curse is a painful one, far beyond the endurance of an ordinary person. Both the mother wug and wugling carriers need to have sufficient physical and mental strength. If anything happens to him midway, Avery will be the one to suffer. So, no matter how angry you may be, you must restrain yourselves. If you want to punish him orjeven kill him, you must wait until the curse is broken.”

Reluctantly, the two elders agreed to her terms.