Only then did he notice that beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his loungewear was soaked with sweat, displaying a state of immense anger.

He swallowed: "What did you do?"

Cynthia Morgan shrugged: "Well, I linked the surveillance video here to her phone. Our conversation, she heard every word of it."

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with madness. She lowered her voice, looking at him sinisterly: "Jonas Jarvis, do you think Pearl is already furious to death right now?"

"Cynthia Morgan!"

He almost gritted his teeth as he called her name and took a step towards her.

The scene before his eyes suddenly spun wildly, a bout of dizziness overwhelmed him, and his vision blurred.

He struggled to open his eyes, but nothing was clear.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground.

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react before he closed his eyes.

Felix Grant quickly stepped forward, supporting him, and saw his lips turn purple. He looked sharply at Graham Ford: "He’s been poisoned."

Tiana Thorne’s breath tightened, instinctively looking at Cynthia Morgan. Was it her?

Cynthia Morgan met her gaze directly, filled with scrutiny, with a destructive smile on her lips: "Some people should have died twenty years ago, just twenty years late."

It was indeed him.

Tiana Thorne closed her eyes, recalling the moment when her third uncle and Cynthia fought. Was it then that she poisoned him?

Bang—

The door was pushed open from outside.

Everyone looked over to see Pearl standing at the doorway.

She was wearing white pajamas, her already thin body looked even frailer now.

Her eyes were red, clearly from crying.

Her cheeks were even paler than when last seen.

She had heard everything.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was unusually oppressive.

She stepped into the study, passed by Cynthia Morgan without even a glance, and slowly squatted beside Jonas Jarvis.

She swallowed, seemingly trying hard to control her emotions. Besides her fragile and gentle face, her calmness was astonishing and heartbreaking.

After a few seconds, she extended her trembling hand to his nose.

A faint breath brushed past her fingertips. She took a deep breath but uttered no words.

Tiana Thorne looked at May Sloane: "Quick, get the butler to bring some milk."

May Sloane nodded. Soon, the milk arrived.

She then instructed Felix Grant to make him swallow it. Jonas Jarvis retched, vomiting it out.

Felix Grant sent him to the hospital.

Pearl, who had followed behind, stopped at the door of the study, watching Felix support his back. In the end, she did not follow.

After a long while, she withdrew her steps and then closed the door of the study.

She turned around and walked step by step to Rouge Jarvis.

Since entering the room until now, she hadn’t looked at Cynthia Morgan even once, as if treating her as a mere ghost.

"Sis."

Her voice was extremely hoarse.

Rouge Jarvis looked at her face, feeling a deep sense of restraint and some heartache: "As long as he receives timely rescue, Jonas will be fine. He..."

Pearl interrupted her: "I’m sorry, no matter what you do, I respect you."

These three words weighed heavily between the sisters.

Rouge Jarvis frowned and replied: "I, Rouge Jarvis, will not do anything that pains the dear and gratifies the enemy."

She said nothing, bowing her head.

No one knew her emotions at this moment because they were too calm.