The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1859

Theo patted my back and comforted me softly. "It's alright. Let’s understand the situation first, okay?"

"Okay."

He helped me to the sofa, and Jenny stood up when she saw him with an expression of disbelief on her face. "President Grant, I tried the medicine many times and had never encountered any issues. This..."

Hearing Jenny's explanation, Theo remained calm. He sat down with me and slowly turned his eyes to Jenny, "Are the documentations complete?"

He just asked a simple question.

Jenny nodded and frowned. "It's all there, including the test data files." "Go back and bring them to me, including the medicine. I'll get someone to test it." Theo's voice was low, but his expression was rather calm.

"I understand."

"Go back first, then."

At Theo's words, Jenny got up and left. She sighed a little helplessly before she left.

Seeing Jenny's back as she left, I felt even more anxious. I turned to Theo. "Theo, what should I do now? Nicky’s wound has gotten worse now."

Head lowered, I was at a loss.

Theo hugged me tightly. He held my face and said to me earnestly, "Since it has already happened, let us choose to accept it and solve it. I’ll get to the root of the problem. You, my wife, will help comfort

Director Doyle."

Comfort her...

I hesitated for a moment before saying," But I don't know how to comfort her, I..."

"It's not your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself. I was the one who found Jenny. I'll find time to chat with Director Doyle too. Before that, however, you have to tell her that since this occurred so abruptly, something must have gone awry."

His expression was serious, and his tone was solemn. My eyes shone slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression. After a while, I raised my eyes to look at Theo. " You mean to say that the medicine was switched?"

"We can't rule out this possibility."

I could not tell what she was thinking.

"Nicky." I sat down beside her. She had bandaged the scar on her face herself. "I'm sorry."

Nicky turned to look at me with a small smile on her face. She shook her head at me. "This has nothing to do with you.

Maybe we shouldn't hold out on any hope and it'll get better if we just let it go."

She said, unable to hide her loss.

"If you’re sad, you might as well cry. You'd

feel better."

"Actually, I'm not sad. I just found it hard to accept for a moment just now. I've acknowledged it now. Wanda, you don't have to worry about me, really."

The way Nicky was now made me even more uncomfortable...