I’m Someone Else

Chapter 119

If I find out who poisoned Thomas, I’ll make their life a living hell!

“Have you forgotten what I told you? What’s the use in getting flustered when something happens?” John berated sternly.

The more urgent of a crisis it was, the greater the importance of keeping a cool head. It was hard for a panicked mind to come up with solutions.

Sean took a deep breath. He remembered what his grandfather told him, of course, but he couldn’t stay calm when it was Thomas who was poisoned.

Everyone stared at each other. No one could think of a suitable course of action.

Samuel sighed. “If we don’t know what kind of poison it is, there’s only one possible option for us.”

“Which is?”

“The Myria Herbal Pill!”

John’s eyes lit up at once. “That’s right. The Myria Herbal Pill will restore Thomas to full health!”

It can be used to cure all kinds of poison! Why didn’t I think of this wonderful antidote sooner?

Nevertheless, Quincy wasn’t as optimistic as the two of them. “The Myria Herbal Pill can indeed be used to cure all types of poison, but it’s also an exceedingly rare and priceless medicine. Where can we find one now?”

It had been three hours since Thomas was poisoned, which meant that if they couldn’t get it out of his system in the next three hours, there was a chance that he would never wake up again.

Sean piped up, “I received a Myria Herbal Pill at Unicus Hall once…”

“Where is it now?”

Sean’s words made everyone hopeful.

Alas, Sean’s expression was bitter. “Unfortunately, I didn’t know it was such a useful medicine, so I sold it off…”

“What…”

Why did you bring it up only to tell us that you sold it?

“That was so silly of you, Sean!” William chided resentfully. “Medicine like that is incredibly hard to find. How could you sell it off?”

Sean shook his head in silence. He was kicking himself too.

He would never have sold it off if he had known that Thomas would need it one day.

“Wait a minute!” Samuel cried out. He had an expectant look on his face as he asked, “Sean, do you still remember who bought the pill?”

“It was Raymond Elliott!”

Sean was certain. “I still remember what happened. The Elliotts and the Yams were the only prominent families there that day. The others were from less established families. However, the representative from the Yams didn’t know much and wasn’t interested in the Myria Herbal Pill, so Raymond Elliott ended up getting it for 1.5 billion!”

The memory was still clear in Sean’s head. Although 1.5 billion sounded like a hefty sum, to buy a Myria Herbal Pill at that price was akin to buying a diamond at the cost of a head of cabbage!

John and Samuel exchanged glances. Just like them, Raymond was the soul and key figure of his family. There was only one problem—neither one of them was well acquainted with him.

“Our families aren’t acquainted with the Elliotts… We don’t have any connections with them…” Samuel said with a melancholic smile.

John nodded in agreement. Exactly. What an unfortunate coincidence that the Myria Herbal Pill is in the hands of a family we barely know.

It would’ve been better if the families were acquainted. They could’ve offered to buy it. Since Raymond got it at 1.5 billion, they could simply offer him 30 billion for it. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The problem was that the families weren’t acquainted, and the Elliotts might not even be willing to sell it to them no matter how much they offered. Furthermore, if they had already used the medicine, then it was also too late.

Quincy’s expression was all twisted up too. Samuel and John didn’t have any dealings with the Elliotts, and neither did he! He didn’t even know them!

“The Elliotts keep a low profile. I’m not acquainted with them either…”

As a giant among those in the medical profession, Quincy was an elevated member of Irieson’s society as countless families fought to establish a connection with him. However, that didn’t mean he was acquainted with all of them. There were far too many families in Irieson of various levels of prominence!

“We can’t wait around any longer! We have less than three hours! I’ll head over to the Elliotts myself. I have to get my hands on the Myria Herbal Pill, even at the expense of my dignity!” Quincy made his mind up. He didn’t care about sacrificing his dignity if it meant that he could save Thomas.

“You fellows stay here with Thomas. I’ll be right back!”

“Hang on. We’ll come with you!” John said. “Sean, Will, and Olivia can stay here. There’s a higher chance of success if the three of us went over together.”

“I’ll come with you!” Olivia stood up and declared firmly. “I’ve met Rose before so she might be willing to help.”

“Okay!”

John nodded in agreement. The Mortons and the Peralta Family were prominent families in Irieson; Quincy was an eminent figure in the medical industry; and Olivia was acquainted with Rose, the most beloved of her generation within the family. Every single one of them could contribute to the negotiations in some way.

The group of four rushed over to Elliott Residence. Along the way, they fervently hoped that the Elliotts hadn’t used the pill yet!

“Mr. Hofstead, is it really true that Thomas has… less than three hours to live?”

Olivia wasn’t a fool. What she heard in the room just now was enough for her to deduce what was happening. How could someone as capable as Thomas suddenly be in danger of dying? She couldn’t believe it.

Quincy took a good, long look at Olivia and nodded in response.

All at once, Olivia’s tears began falling again. Why? Why is fate this cruel to me? Out of the entire Pearson Family, Mom was the only one who treated me well, but she passed away a long time ago, leaving Ophelie and I to fend for ourselves. Now that I’ve finally met a man who genuinely treats me well, something like this happens too! How am I supposed to take this?

If Thomas died, she couldn’t go on without him!

If I can’t be with him in life, I’ll follow him in death!

John had arranged for someone to inform Raymond ahead of time. Since they needed his help with something, it would be far too impolite to come knocking without prior notice.

Raymond and his son Timothy stood at the entrance waiting for their visitors. When they saw the four people getting out of the car, they quickly greeted them. “Please come in. What an honor it is for us, the Elliotts, to receive so many esteemed guests at once!”

The group of four followed him into the house.

Quincy turned to Timothy and greeted, “You must be Mr. Timothy Elliott, right?”

Raymond chuckled and said, “That’s right. That’s my son Timothy.”

Raymond personally prepared a pot of tea for the guests. “What brings all of you here today?”