Chapter 477

Yuna’s eyes went wide with shock.

It wasn’t that Zoe’s scheme was too sinister; it was the sudden, nagging realization that she hadn’t thought of it first.

That little brat Hayes, always looking so pale and scrawny, and the major transfusion requires lots of blood? She wondered how long he’d last.

But then, Yuna furrowed her brow in hesitation, quickly scanning the room before stealthily closing the door. She then whispered, “Hayes isn’t a blood match for Manley. They’re not even related by blood!”

Zoe’s smile grew darker, “If you want a match, we’ll make one.”

Yuna was confused, “What do you mean?”

“This is a golden opportunity to get rid of Hayes: If he’s a match, perfect. His life for Manley’s, it’s worth it! If not, we’ll just say he was. We’ll drain the brat dry and see if he survives that!”

Yuna’s face lit up with a mischievous glee, “Mom, that’s brilliant! I’ve never liked that little brat anyway!”

Zoe nodded proudly, her plan coming together perfectly, “And don’t worry about Mr. Winston finding out. We have a client at our casino who works at the hospital’s blood bank. I’ll bribe him to have some intern draw Hayes’ blood. Once we finish, we’ll dump him out in the boonies. By the time Mr. Winston finds him, it’ll be too late, and he’ll never know what happened.

And if he does find out, we’ll pin it all on the intern. If that intern dares to rat you out, I’ll give you another pill, and we’ll turn him into a vegetable too!”

Yuna was practically buzzing with the thrill of it, seeing Hayes’ demise in her mind long before the plan had even been set into motion.

Both Zoe and Yuna shared a triumphant smirk, but Ablett’s face was a mask of grim disapproval, “Hayes is just a three-year-old kid. Isn’t this a bit much? He’s no threat to you. There’s a line you just don’t cross, especially with a child!” Ablett shivered with the weight of their cold-heartedness.

Zoe glared at him, “No threat? How can you be sure? Hayes is Marguerite’s son, and who knows when she might spill the beans and take him for a paternity test? If that happens, we’re all done for!

Marguerite is bad luck, and so is her offspring. Haven’t we suffered enough because of them? Every time we face danger, it’s Yuna and I who come up with solutions. What do you do? If you can’t protect us, shut your trap and stop adding to the chaos!”

Ablett, red-faced and furious, clutched his chest, struggling to stand.

Pointing a trembling finger at Zoe, he spat, “You’re losing your mind! I’ve turned a blind eye to your petty squabbles, but murdering a three-year-old? There’s karma to consider!”

“If you’re so keen on karma, why don’t you hurry up and reincarnate? We sure as hell don’t feel sorry for Hayes! You are always preaching your fake piety, but your sins are no less than ours!”

Zoe’s words were sharp, cutting through any pretense of respect.

With a huff, Ablett stormed out of the room, leaving Yuna to shrink back in fear.

“Mom, Dad won’t turn on us, will he? What if he goes to Freddie with this?”

Zoe snorted, “Your father’s a coward. He won’t dare. But we’ve been loud. We didn’t wake Manley, did we?”

They both turned to check on Manley, who seemed to be sound asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief.

What they didn’t know was that Manley had been awakened by their quarrel.

What had he just heard? Mommy and Grandma planning to kill Hayes!

Though Manley despised Hayes and childishly wished all the world’s misfortunes upon him, the idea of murder was terrifying to a three-year-old.

His beloved mommy and grandma were plotting something so horrendous Trembling under his covers, Manley found himself in a terrible quandary. Should he warn Hayes?