Meanwhile, Wendy was still in the Crone family''s estate, working in the antidote, when the door opened.


    The mald walked in. "Mrs. Edith wants to see you."


    Edith was looking for her?


    Wendy didn''t even look up, her tone indifferent. "I''m not going."


    The maid hesitated, clearly taken aback. "Why not? You''ve gotten bold. Mrs. Edith specifically asked for you, and you''re refusing? This is disrespectful!"


    Wendy scoffed. The fact that even a maid here dared to speak to he like this was enough to show how much the Crone family looked down on her.


    "You need to understand something. I was invited here to work on the antidote. You all brought me here, not the other way around. If she wants something, she cane to me herself. I''m not going to her."


    "Very well!"


    Seeing Wendy''s arrogant attitude, the maid could only leave, fuming.


    The maid hurried to Edith''s room. As soon as she entered, the olddy rushed over. "Where''s Wendy?"


    "I invited her, but she refused toe."


    Edith frowned. "Why?"


    "She was so arrogant! She said that if you needed something, you should go to her. She wouldn''te to you."


    Edith stiffened, a wave of shock running through her. "What now?"


    Edith''s face darkened. What could she do now? Her beloved son was lying in a hospital bed, dered a vegetable by the doctors. She had to get Wendy to help save Harry.


    "Fine! I''ll go find Wendy."


    Edith went straight to Wendy''s room.


    "Hello, Wendy."


    Wendy nced at Edith and smirked. "What brings you here?"


    Edith opened her mouth to speak, but Wendy interrupted her. "Let me guess. Your precious son is in the hospital, and it''s probably pretty bad. Since you''vee to me now, I''m guessing you want me to treat him."


    Edith stared at Wendy, her eyes caught by the intelligent gleam in Wendy''s clear eyes. It sparkled brightly, almost blinding.


    In that moment, Edith understood why men like Stanley were so drawn to Wendy. She was incredibly sharp. Edith nodded. "Harry hasn''t woken up, and the doctors say he''ll never wake up. He''s going to be a vegetable."


    Wendy''s longshes fluttered slightly. She had been prepared to treat Harry before, but Lilian had stopped her. Even if she couldn''t help him then, seeing him covered in blood made it clear that his injuries were severe.


    Edith stepped closer to Wendy with desperate eyes, clinging to Wendy like a lifeline. "You''re the great Dr. Cen! You can save Harry, right? You can wake him up."


    Wendy smirked. "Yes, I can save him."


    Edith''s face lit up, and she grabbed Wendy''s hand. "Great! Let''s go to the hospital now! Please, save my son!"


    But Wendy pulled her arm away from Edith''s grasp and added coldly, "I can save him, but why should I?"


    **


    Edith froze. "What-


    "I need a reason to save someone. I have no ties to Harry. Why should I help him?" Wendy asked, her voice dripping with


    amusement.


    Edith quickly tried to reason with her. "Harry is your uncle! If Jerry were still alive, he would want you to save him!"


    At the mention of her father, Wendy''s gaze turned icy.


    She hadn''t expected Edith to still be ying the family card. Did Edith honestly think she would forget how Jerry had died, and who had murdered him?