Chapter 172 Her Vicious Parents

Isabella could barely stand. Huge beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she had to grip the table tightly just to keep herself upright. Richard snatched her phone from her hand, turned it off, and shoved it into his pants pocket. Margaret, who had been lying on the bed, sat up. Her movements were spry and agile, showing no sign of the dying woman she pretended to be just moments ago. When she spoke, her voice was full of vigor. She questioned viciously, "Why hasn't she dropped yet? I told you to prepare a higher dose, but you wouldn't listen! Look at this. If anything goes wrong, we're both done for! Quick! Just knock her out cold!" Isabella felt like lead weights were hanging from her eyelids. She dug her fingernails hard into her palms, trying to use the pain to stay lucid. However, Richard was already looking for a tool to strike her with. Isabella told herself she could not pass out. She absolutely could not pass out here! Summoning the last of her strength, she bolted