The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor-Chapter 30 - Spitting Out Dark Blood

30: Chapter 30: Spitting Out Dark Blood

30 -30: Spitting Out Dark Blood

Isla Sutton rasped, “Edwin, I’m fine; you don’t need to worry, don’t trouble the Divine Doctor.”

“Of course you’re fine.

You’ve taken the antidote I gave you; if anything’s wrong, you’re just pretending.”

Ivy River sneered; she detested fake innocence the most.

Isla’s lips quivered as her complexion turned pale, her fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes brimmed with tears.

Edwin Blake consoled Isla in a low voice, “It’s okay, you’ll get better.

If she can’t cure you, I’ll have her pay with her life.”

Ivy glanced at Edwin, her eyes meeting his as he looked up.

She smiled wryly, “President Blake, you have quite the taste, even in a place like this.”

Apologies, it really was inappropriate for her to show up in such a situation.

She hadn’t worn a mask today, and even the mole at the corner of her eye was uncovered.

Her beauty was mesmerizing.

It was the first time Isla saw Ivy without a mask, her eyes filled with jealousy.

Edwin stood up, “No.”

Ivy’s expression turned icy as she glanced at Edwin, “You, leave the top floor.

Don’t forget our contract; you can’t be here when I’m treating a patient.”

Edwin apparently didn’t respond right away, “What?”

“Get out, wait.”

Edwin was slightly irritated, “Can’t I just wait beside you?”

Ivy was getting impatient, “For the last time, leave.”

Isla pitifully spoke, “Edwin, go wait for me, the Divine Doctor needs to treat me.”

Edwin’s thin lips pressed together, “Don’t try any tricks!”

“If President Blake doesn’t trust me, then I simply won’t treat her.”

Ivy’s voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion.

Edwin’s angry gaze fell on Ivy, “What if I refuse to leave?”

Ivy decisively picked up her medicine box and started to leave, “This is a breach of contract by President Blake.”

Leon Peterson immediately followed her, starting to chatter, “You just said you had a car accident, scared me to death.

It’s a relief you’re okay.”

The mention of a car accident made Edwin’s heart tighten involuntarily.

He subconsciously inquired, “You had a car accident?”

Ivy turned around, expressionless, “Rest assured, I’m not dead; otherwise, no one would be here to treat her.”

Edwin realized and cursed inwardly, damn it!

He really had been bewitched lately.

His tone was filled with displeasure, “Ayla, are you threatening me?”

“I wouldn’t dare, but Ayla never deals with anyone untrustworthy.”

The elevator arrived, and Ivy stepped forward, ready to enter.

Edwin, frustrated, stepped forward and grabbed Ivy, pulling her into the elevator, “Go treat Isla.”

Ivy looked up with a smile, meeting his gaze of anger and iciness, her red lips slightly parting, “President Blake, take care, no need to see me off.”

She watched Edwin descend in the elevator, turning around with a frigid expression as she entered the consultation room.

Noticing Isla still sitting dazed outside the door.

Ivy frowned impatiently, “Miss Sutton?

Do you need me to invite you to your treatment?”

Isla snapped back to reality, hurriedly responding, “I’m coming.”

She couldn’t help but recall the last scene in the consultation room.

This Ayla dared to confront even Edwin Blake; would she meet a bad end soon?

Ivy watched her dilly-dally with frequent backward glances.

She strode forward.

With a snap, she shut the door.

Ivy cut to the chase, “Edwin’s not here, who are you being cautious for?

Relying on Harry Ross to report every detail?”

Isla was trembling inside, sitting rigidly on the bench.

“Lie down.”

Isla remained motionless.

“Miss Sutton, last chance, lie down.”

Isla slowly lay down on the hospital bed.

Ivy quickly disinfected the Silver Needle, unhesitatingly starting to prick it.

“Hiss—”

“No need to shout, it doesn’t hurt, Miss Sutton, don’t bother acting delicate in front of me, I don’t pity jade or have a compassionate heart.”

Isla couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “Ayla, you’d better obediently treat me, or Edwin won’t let you off.”

“Oh, really?”

Ivy chuckled, the mole by her eye captivating.

But the chill in her eyes was impossible to suppress, emanating a strong oppressive aura.

Isla’s face darkened, “In Edwin’s heart, I’m number one.

Don’t think he left because he was afraid of you; it was all for me!”

She glared hatefully at the mole by Ivy’s eye.

That woman also had a mole by her eye.

She thought of Edwin’s recent behavior, was it just a coincidence?

Ivy didn’t stop her pricking motion but applied a bit more force in certain areas.

“You’ve just enjoyed a few headache-free days, and now you’re starting to boast?

Your life is currently in my hands.”

With that, Isla felt the familiar pain returning.

She tried to raise her hand to clutch her head, but her arm wouldn’t move.

“What did you do to me?”

“Nothing, just making you more obedient.”

Ivy said, disinfecting the last Silver Needle with an alcohol lamp, casually flicking it a couple of times and then aiming it at the woman’s brow.

She quickly stepped aside.

Splat—

Isla spat out a mouthful of black blood.

She glared angrily at Ivy, “You!”

Before she could finish, she spat out a few more mouthfuls of black blood.

Ivy silently donned another mask, then put on gloves.

Watching Ivy with two masks made Isla even angrier.

Her eyes wished for nothing more than to kill her.

Ivy stood far from her, speaking disdainfully, “You’ve soiled my needles, they’re very expensive!”

Isla, enraged by her words, spat out another mouthful of black blood.

But this time, it contained traces of bright red.

Ivy saw it was about done and stepped forward.

Carefully putting away each Silver Needle, she tiptoed away, afraid of catching any germs.

“Get up, and don’t make a mess on me…”

Isla rose furiously, looking at the filthy blood on her dress.

She was wearing a white dress!

Extremely expensive!

Ivy deliberately sighed, “Miss Sutton has regained her vigor, back to her old ways?”

Isla retorted, “What are you talking about!”

Ivy lowered her voice, “I’m saying, congratulations on entering my Hellsgate.”

Hellsgate?

Isla was stunned, fearfully looking at Ivy.

She felt this Divine Doctor was a monster.

“You!

Why are you doing this to me?”

Ivy’s voice was low and smooth, “I’m saving you, taking money to eliminate disasters for others.

I’m also human and need to earn a living.”

Staring at the woman in front of her, Isla felt immense pressure.

This familiar feeling.

The familiar mole, she was terrified.

Could Ivy River truly be back for revenge?

Instinctively, she wanted to flee.

Just as she rose, Ivy’s cold voice stopped her, “Miss Sutton, what are you afraid of?”

“Could it be recalling your past misdeeds?

Or perhaps your investigators haven’t reported back, and you’re scared of confirmation?”

Isla’s mental defenses instantly crumbled, she shouted at Ivy, “Who are you really!”

“Who am I? frёewebηovel.cѳm

I’m Divine Doctor Ayla; doesn’t Miss Sutton know?”

Ivy laughed, her eyes mesmerizing.

“You’re not!

You’re a devil, here to harm me!”

Watching the person approaching step by step, Isla felt she was facing a monster.

She didn’t bother to put on her shoes and ran straight for the door.

Hearing the door open.

Harry Ross and Leon Peterson immediately looked over.

Stunned at the blood-soaked sight of Isla.

Harry slowly asked, “Miss Sutton?

What happened?”

“Where’s Edwin?

Where’s Edwin Blake?

I need to see Edwin, this isn’t Ayla, it’s the Devil.”

Harry was stunned and then realized.

“The president is downstairs,” Harry finished and looked at Ivy leaning against the door frame, “Divine Doctor Ayla, may I ask what happened?”

Ivy shrugged, looking innocent, “I said I was a doctor hired to treat her, and she ended up like this…”

“Edwin promised me, he said as soon as I come out, I’ll see him!”

Seeing this, Isla ran toward the elevator.

As she passed Harry and the others, there was a faint stench emanating from her.