From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 498 Only The One Who Cast the Spell can Lift It "Think you can keep Kelvin under your spell forever?" Isabella smirked. "You gotta keep hypnotizing him! But hey, you share a bed, so you'll have plenty of chances. No sweat." "Exactly," Madison chuckled. "So, about Lucy..." Isabella hesitated.

"Con, Isabella," Madison coaxed. "If something ticks off Mr. Walker now, wouldn't you also..." "Shut it," Isabella snapped. "You think we're the same?" Madison's face shifted, her grin almost vanishing.

Lately, she'd been running the show at King Manor, even Penelope had to tiptoe around her. But now, Isabella was straight-up dissing her, and it stung.

But she had to suck it up.

Neither of them noticed a shadow slipping past the door.

"Mr. Davis," a dark figure leaning against the wall reported, "Isabella's at the hospital, chatting with Madison in the ward." "They met?" Kelvin was caught off guard. He didn't expect Madison to pick now to meet Isabella! Total miscalculation! He could've set up sway to eavesdrop on them! Madison, sometimes she was a total airhead, other times, sharp as a tack.

She was in the hospital, and Isabella visiting her made perfect sense, no one would suspect a thing! "Keep a close eye," Kelvin ordered. "But don't let Isabella catch on." "Got it, Mr. Davis," the man replied.

"Is there surveillance in the ward?" Kelvin asked.

"Just at the door. Madison's in a high-end private ward, they value privacy, so..." the man explained.

Kelvin clenched his, phone. "Report any updates immediately!" He furrowed his brows.

He hadn't seen Madison choosing the ward for their meet-up coming.

He always thought she'd invite Isabella to King Manor when the twas right.

On his turf, he could've set up to listen in on their chat.

That would've been gold! But now...

Kelvin rubbed his forehead, his lips pressed tight.

In the ward, Isabella leaned back, peeling an orange slowly. "You're probably blinded by Kelvin's charm right now. This spell, once cast, isn't easy to break." "Can't it be undone? I remember you said it has a tlimit, and when it's up, it will slowly..." Madison started. "It can be undone, but only by the caster," Isabella replied. "I just transferred the spell; I can't break it." "Then find the caster; where is she?" Madison pressed.

Isabella sneered, "You think I'd let such an important person show up that easily?" Madison suddenly had a lightbulb moment. "I know! Is it that old lady who broughtginseng last time? She seemed pretty mysterious!" "That's her," Isabella confirmed.

Madison wanted to push further, but Isabella stood up. "Alright, if you draggedhere just to talk about this, we're done. It's not your place to tellhow to handle things." What a joke! Madison thought Isabella would just do as she said? Isabella had no tfor that.

Plus, to break the spell, the caster and the person under the spell need to meet! Way too risky! Isabella was busy prepping for her wedding and didn't want to deal with this nonsense. Letting the spell wear off naturally was the safest bet.

Madison wanted her to risk it all just to make Kelvin happy? "Not everything goes your way. Be happy with what you got and don't stir up more trouble," Isabella shot back. "If we get caught, we're both screwed!" If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! The click-clack of her high heels faded away.

Once the sound was gone, Madison, fuming, swept all the fruits and cups off the table, crashing them to the floor.

That Isabella! How dare she treat her like that! Fine, she'd suck it up for now, but one day, when she had an heir for the Davis family and didn't need Isabella anymore, she'd get her revenge for all the crap she put up with! Definitely! By then, no one would dare mess with her or talk down to her again! Isabella stepped out of the elevator and headed to the parking lot.

A doctor in a white coat, gray hair, and hands behind his back, walked up to her. He looked like he knew his stuff.

As he passed by, he suddenly called out, "Hold up." "Me?" Isabella stopped.

"Yeah." The doctor scrutinized her face. "Your complexion's off, especially your eyes.

You should get checked out." "I just had a physical. Everything's fine," Isabella replied.

"Your look suggests early signs of poisoning," the doctor said. "But I'm not sure. Mind if I take a closer look?" Isabella eyed him suspiciously.

What if he was a scammer trying to rip her off? Besides, she felt fine.

After a moment, she shook her head and walked away quickly.

She didn't give the doctor's words a second thought. She had to try on her wedding dress again to make sure it fit perfectly.

The doctor watched her leave and sighed.

As night fell.

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Ruby was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready.

Sam was there too.

"Ruby, your grandson's a real gem, always helping out, working fast and well it's ware to see such a steady kid!" the servant said.

"As long as he's not causing trouble," Ruby replied.

"Not at all; he's a delight. Sam, grab a ladle from the sterilizer," the servant said.

Sam jumped to it, "Okay!" He ran over and handed it to her, "Here you go!" "See, so well-behaved," the servant said.

The servant was distracted, leaving the freshly made chicken soup unattended.

Sam seized the moment to slip the medicine Kelvin gave him into the soup.

The whole thing took just two seconds.

No one noticed.

As Sam pulled his hand back, the servant turned and saw him, "Careful, Sam. The soup's hot. Don't burn yourself." "Got it!" A sly smile flickered in his eyes.

Such an easy task; it was a piece of cake.

He thought it would be much harder.

This was what Isabella deserved for trying to mess with Lucy and helping Madison.

Bad women should get what's coming to them! Sam left the kitchen and, as he turned the corner, saw Isabella had returned.

She kicked off her high heels and tossed her bag to a servant, "Is m Brandon home? "Mr. Walker will be here in ten minutes; there's a bit of traffic," the servant replied.