Mary was bewildered upon hearing Rosalie’s guess. “Not the antidote? What should we do now?”

They had spent so much effort but did not get the antidote.

Rosalie was already so weak. She might not be able to hold on until they invented the antidote.

Mary was so anxious that she did not know what to do. She wanted to get to the other side of the screen and accompany Rosalie if she could.

Byron was also dismayed. His hatred toward Xander had reached its peak.

Xander, that despicable man, was seeking death!

“Let me think about what to do…”

Rosalie squeezed her hands and dug her fingernails into her palms. She wanted to try to reduce the pain she was feeling with that.

She had to calm down. Now that the composition of the poison was clear, she could surely think of a remedy to suppress it!

A dull pain grew in her head as she scrambled for a prescription.

Old Master Loewe’s voice sounded.

“There’s no time left. The poison will soon overtake the antidote.”

He looked solemnly at Ro