Quinn''s heart raced with fear as she fumbled with the door, her hands betraying


    her. She never imagined things would go this wrong. Megan had promised that if they worked together, they could topple ra from her throne. So why the


    betrayal?


    "Megan, why did you lie to me?!" Quinn''s voice cracked with desperation.


    With a smirk, Megan knelt beside her, pretending to care. "I didn''t lie. I told you, take the fall, and I''d handle ra. The Bradford Group is on the brink, Ryan''s almost finished. Isn''t that what I promised? You were bound to pay a price, right? We can''t let ra suspect me."


    Quinn, barely conscious, reached out weakly, clinging to Megan''s skirt. "Please, don''t do this. Give me the antidote!"


    Megan stood, nudging her lightly with her foot. "It takes more than just being ruthless to rise to the top. You''re just my stepping stone."


    "Won''t ra see through you? You''re the one taking care of me! If I end up in aa, she''ll suspect you first!"


    Megan chuckled, tucking the syringe back into her kit. "Do you think I''m that naive? Greysen got this drug from Darrick. It''s illegal. Even if they take you to a hospital, they''ll just think you had a stroke."


    Quinn''s tears flowed freely. She regretted every move against ra. Ever since entering the psychiatric hospital, she should have let go of her resentment. Jealousy over ra''s bond with Ryan had blinded her.


    She realized her mistakes, wishing she hadn''t taken this destructive path. Maybe ra would still be kind to her. But regrets didn''t have antidotes.


    Quinn remembered her grandfather''s words before he died: "You''ll reap what you sow." Five years ago, she nted those seeds, and now she was tasting their bitter fruit.


    ra was shocked to learn about Quinn''s sudden paralysis. She rushed to the hospital, finding Quinn looking pale and worn out, with Megan nervously at her side.


    Megan jumped up when ra arrived. "ra, I have no idea what happened. You hadn''t been gone long before she copsed. The doctors say it''s psychological."


    ra clenched her fists, feeling nothing for Quinn. After everything Quinn had done, this seemed like justice. She called the doctor, but the answer was the same as Megan''s.


    Exhausted, ra felt Megan''s reassuring pat on her shoulder. "Is there anything I can do?"


    Since ra had woken up, Megan had been nothing but supportive, even risking herself once for her. This issue could involve Victory Capital and Darrick; Megan needed to stay out of it. She was just trying to get by.


    "It''s fine," ra sighed.


    Megan gave a small, tight-lipped smile. "Ryan''s paying me well. I should''ve been more vignt. I''ll pay him back."


    "Keep it," ra said. "Ryan''s too busy to worry about that."


    Megan didn''t press for details, knowing more than she let on.