My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 709

Old Donald's eyes went wide, and he almost fell to the ground. This was the legendary Tremoring Needles! He never thought he would witness anyone using this technique with his own eyes in his lifetime.

Just as Nash was focusing his attention on administering the needles and detoxifying the poison, his ears suddenly twitched. He said deeply, "It seems that something happened to your granddaughter.”

The smile on Old Donald's face instantly froze. He hurriedly ran toward the inner room and saw Fanny lying on the ground, trembling. She was biting a towel while gripping her left wrist with her right hand tightly. Meanwhile, her left hand was visibly corroding at a rapid pace.

She was in pain, and her veins were bulging on her face. Even so, she dared not make a sound. She did not want the man outside and Mireille to see her in such a state.

"Fanny..."

Old Donald quickly went up to his granddaughter. When he saw her left hand corroding, he shuddered and asked, "W-What have you done?"

Fanny leaned against her grandfather, her eyes lifeless as she muttered, "How could... How could such a terrifying poison exist?"

At this point, her left hand had already corroded into a bloody mess, with flesh and tissue flowing about freely. She felt pain at first, but now, her left hand had lost all sensation.

"You silly girl, why didn't you believe that gentleman's words?"

Hot tears welled up in Old Donald's eyes, and he felt a deep sense of guilt. He blamed himself for not believing Nash from the beginning. The man was Brian’s grandmaster. Was there a need to doubt his medical skills?

"I'll take you to him so that he can help you," Old Donald said as he supported his granddaughter.

As he said this, the burly men brought Fanny out. "Let go of me... Let me go!" Fanny struggled as she cried, tears streaking down her face.

Seeing the corroded state of Fanny's hand, Mireille could not help the sharp inhale she took. Her hand looked like it had been soaked in sulfuric acid. It was like a decaying hand in the heat of summer.

The stench of rotting flesh permeated the entire pharmacy. The burly men's stomachs churned as they fought back the urge to vomit.

Having dealt with various corpses during her college years, Mireille had developed a certain level of immunity to such smells.

Old Donald knelt in front of Nash and pleaded, "Sir, I beg you to help my granddaughter.”