“I see. But why did you get Hank to murder James, then? Isn’t that unnecessary?” Julian wondered why his grandmother would waste such effort to have James dead. James was an unimportant side character, and it was a waste of resources to even deal with him.
“James? I don’t even know who that is. Why would I want to kill him? I suppose Hank decided to take things into his own hands and just get rid of him. Anyway, that’s not important. It doesn’t affect us in the least what happened to him.” Alma waved her hand dismissively.
As she spoke, she suddenly shuddered, and her breathing became erratic. A piercing pain hit her and spread out across her entire body.
“Are you alright, Grandmother?” Julian immediately noticed that Alma didn’t look good.
“It’s nothing new. Go and get me my medicine from the car. Hurry,” Alma instructed.
“Yes, Grandmother.” Julian dared not hesitate even for a moment and quickly ran over to the Rolls- Royce parked in front of them before he started rummaging around. In no time, he came back with a purple bottle. “Grandmother, your medicine.”
Alma quickly opened the bottle and poured out its contents, only to find it empty. “Where’s the medicine? Have I run out of them so soon?” She frowned as the pain in her body increased in intensity, and she began shivering uncontrollably. “Quick! Go, search Hank’s body! My medicine is with him! Hurry!” Alma reacted quickly.
She did a mental calculation and recalled that it was scheduled for today the Killians should have provided her with the medicine Previously, Hank had always been in charge of retrieving the medicine from them and then secretly sending it over to Glenstead and into her hands. Usually, the transaction should have already been completed by this time.
“Hang on, Grandmother.” Julian immediately left with two men and hurried over to where Hank had fallen to his death.
A short while later, he came running back, drenched in sweat. “Grandmother, I’ve searched him thoroughly. The medicine is not with Hank.”
“He doesn’t have it? Could it be possible that he hasn’t gotten it yet?” Alma frowned and hastily urged Julian, “Call the Killians’ butler right away. Have him send the medicine over!”
By then, Alma was already having difficulties standing up and had broken out in a sweat.
“Yes, Grandmother!” Julian fished out his phone and made a call. But nobody answered. He made multiple calls, but they were all left unanswered.
“Grandmother, I can’t seem to reach the Killians’ butler!” Julian was at his wit’s end.
“That useless piece of trash! He’s never there when you need him!” Alma gritted her teeth as the pain got unbearable. “Call Mr. Killian immediately. Ask him what all this is about!”
Without a moment to waste, Julian made another call. He managed to get hold of Mr. Killian and asked him a series of questions to clarify the situation. His face fell. “Grandmother, Mr. Killian said that the medicine had been passed to their butler, and the transaction was completed not too long ago.” Julian looked perplexed.
“If the transaction has been made, then where’s my medicine?” Alma was panicking.
“Mr. Killian said that someone showed up to disrupt the transaction. The medicine has likely been intercepted.
“Who? Who dares take my medicine?” Alma roared, furious.
“They do not know yet. But they are looking into it now.” Julian shook his head.
“Hurry! Go, find out who it is! I don’t give a damn how many men you dispatch or what price you have to pay. Get me my medicine!” Alma roared.
“Yes, ma’am!” All their men dispersed without a moment’s hesitation.
“Please calm down, Grandmother, I’ll help you to the car.” Julian helped his grandmother over to the car for a rest. But before they could get far, Alma’s legs gave out, and she fell weakly to the ground. Her body convulsed, and she foamed at the mouth as her condition worsened.
