Lilah and Gerard flanked him, a calculated move.

They had agreed to let the Martel family retrieve him, but they intended to have a bit of "fun" first, to make him squirm.

Lilah motioned for Hadley to approach.

Darian's glare was venomous, causing Hadley to pause, her fear palpable.

"Don't be afraid. This is the thug who hurt you, right? Now he's in our hands. It's your chance to get some payback," Devonte whispered, his voice a soothing balm. He was clearly taken with Hadley's gentle nature, a stark contrast to the strong and decisive Lilah.

Sometimes, it was delightful to watch her imitate their moves clumsily and play joyfully with Jerrold.

Encouraged by Devonte's words, Hadley stepped forward and slapped Darian.

"You dare hit me, you bitch? Do you have any idea who I am?" Darian turned a deep shade of blue, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at Hadley.

The fear that had initially gripped Hadley melted away, replaced by a confident smile. "I don't need to know who you are, but you'd better remember this-you just got your ass kicked by Lilah."

After sending out the message, they quickly received a reply from the Martel family, stating that someone would come to retrieve him, but it would take at least three days.

The Martels also requested that Darian be treated well, noting they were open to any requests.

Lilah scoffed at the notion. Treat someone like Darian well? Hardly Likely.

Nobody really cared about them; Gerard had Calvin secrete Darian away in a neglected corner of a suburban village, a place only known to the locals.

Two days later, the group set off for Northam, intent on visiting the renowned doctor who could treat Cyrus.

By then, the poison had transformed Cyrus' wrist into a dark, ominous streak.

"Come on, lighten up, we'll sort this out," Devonte said, clapping Cyrus on the shoulder reassuringly.

Cyrus wore a grim expression. He was less worried about his own health than the prospect of disappointing everyone.

The thought of letting them down weighed heavily on him.

Lilah was tense as well, her grip on Gerard's hand tight as she occasionally glanced outside the hall.

They were meeting the doctor at a stunning estate by a lake, enveloped by a collection of rare treasures.

Gerard handed her a cup of coffee, his voice calming. “Don't worry, everything will be fine.”

He glanced at his watch-it was 8:20, and their appointment was set for 8:30.

Moments later, a striking figure emerged from behind a screen, causing everyone to rise, their eyes filled with hope.

The woman surveyed the room, her expression shifting to surprise as her gaze settled on Lilah.