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    Katy had always been her parents’ beloved child, and she couldn’t ept beingpared to someone like Davina.


    “Listen carefully. I won’t repeat myself,” Davina said coldly. “Eating the heart of whoever takes the antidote will still cure the poison.”


    After saying that, Davina motioned for the bodyguards to take Katy back to where she had been standing.


    She ordered the four members of the Murray family to stand in a line, then stepped back, keeping a safe distance.


    Davina brushed her fingers over the urn and murmured, “Mom, watch closely. See how desperate they’ve be.”


    After that, she tossed a small bottle onto the floor. Inside it were two antidotes.


    “There are two antidotes,” she announced. “Whoever gets them first, eats them.”


    Davina nced at the bodyguards holding the Murrays and ordered, “Let them go.”


    “Yes, ma’am!” they replied, instantly freeing their hold.


    The Murrays lunged at the bottle in a frenzy, moving like wild animals fighting for scraps.


    They wed, shoved, and struck at each other, no one willing to give up, their desperation turning into chaos.


    Davina watched their madness with a cold, mocking smile. The thought of Christina’s n made her satisfaction even deeper.


    She nned to take her mother’s ashes and witness with her own eyes how the Murray family destroyed one another. Christina had predicted long ago how greed would turn the selfish Murray family against itself.


    In the end, it would likely be Terence and Conrad who got the two antidotes.


    Once Katy saw their true colors, her hatred would drive her to kill them, take their hearts, and cure herself.


    Katy had always been the key piece in Christina’s n. She was the weapon Christina had left behind—ruthless and deadly enough to destroy the entire Murray family.


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    Among the four members of the Murray family, Katy was the one destined to be sacrificed first.


    She was also the one least likely to ever receive the antidote. Katy had seen the true faces of her family—their selfishness and cold hearts. When they cast her aside without a second thought, something inside her broke. What emerged was no longer the same Katy, but a shadow of herself—dark, vengeful, and unfeeling.


    And all of it unfolded exactly as Christina had nned.


    Davina held her mother’s urn close, turning away with a faint smile of grim satisfaction. The taste of vengeance was almost within reach.


    Her fingers brushed over the cold surface as she whispered, “Rest now, Mom. I’ve grown up. I can protect myself, so you don’t have to worry anymore. Do you see that?” She paused, her voice softening. “I’ve avenged you. You can finally rest in peace.”


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