Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 746

Chapter 746 Anthony Knows

Spencer walked in and began looking around.

"Over here," Kenneth called out.

Spencer turned in their direction when he heard Kenneth's voice.

"Quick! She can't take it anymore."

Spencer immediately walked over and put his things on the floor. He took out a blood collection tube with an attached needle from the plastic package. "Give me her arm," instructed Spencer.

Kenneth raised Natasha's arm, and Spencer inserted the needle into her blood vessel.

When Kenneth saw that, he frowned.

No matter how bad he felt for her, he knew it had to be done.

When he saw her blood flowing out, there was a look of complex feelings in his eyes.

At that moment, the blood in the bag began to increase, and Natasha's pain seemed to have lessened.

"Is it working?" asked Kenneth.

Spencer nodded. It was true that Natasha was not in so much pain anymore. For the time being, he was able to keep the effects of the poison under control.

As the volume of the blood increased, Kenneth looked at Spencer and asked, "How much do you need to take?"

"Until she has no more reaction," replied Spencer.

That meant they had no idea how much of her blood they had to collect before she felt better.

"What?"

Spencer looked down at the bag of blood and gave his analysis. "This type of poison becomes more active when there is blood in the host body, and the pain increases as well. If we can let out some blood, it will minimize the effect of the poison." When he looked up, he saw the pain in Kenneth's eyes. He then said in a hushed voice, "Thalia was the one who told me about this. She knew about this technique when she hurt herself at the café..."

Kenneth's expression turned hostile when he heard that. "Then do we have to take her blood every time it happens?"

"Before we can replace the antidote, this is the best method even though it hurts her body."

"But-"

"Do you not realize that by using this method, we can also delay the effects of the poison?" Spencer looked up at Kenneth with those serious eyes of his.

Kenneth thought about it carefully and realized what Spencer said was true. The poison in Natasha's body did not act up as often as before these days.

"If we can spread viruses through blood transfusion, then we can do the same with drawing blood. If my guess is correct, this is a safer method," said Spencer.

Kenneth's face contorted when he heard that.

He felt like stabbing Boss right now.

In the end, Natasha calmed down after they had taken a huge bag of her blood. However, because she had been holding back for too long, she felt weak and collapsed in Kenneth's arms.

"Nat..."

"Get her onto the bed first. I'll dress her wound in a while," said Spencer.

Kenneth immediately carried Natasha and put her on the bed.

"During this time, I'm afraid you'll have to keep feeding her supplements that replenish her blood," reminded Spencer.

There was no need for Spencer to remind him about that. Kenneth had never stopped feeding Natasha those supplements. Instead of responding to that, he asked, "How's the research on the medicine going?"

While Spencer was dressing Natasha's wound, he said, "The composition of the medicine is a little complicated. I will still need another two more days!"

Kenneth nodded and did not rush him anymore. He was aware that both Spencer and him worried about the same thing.

"If you need any help, just let me know."

"Don't worry. I will," Spencer said.

Kenneth turned to look at the person who was lying on the bed. When he saw how pale she looked, his eyes darkened.

He would make Boss pay for the mess that he had created.

At that moment, Anthony was leaning against the wall outside the bedroom door. The young boy looked serious and confused.

He did not make any move and stood there like a statue with his back firmly against the wall. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails had gone into his flesh, but he felt nothing.

Once in a while, his eyelashes would quiver. It was only then he realized he was crying.

Just then, he could hear Spencer talking. "I have finished dressing the wound. It looks fine to me. But after drawing so much blood, she may feel giddy, so it'll be better if she rests more..."

"I understand."

"I shall head back to the laboratory, then. If there's anything, just let me know."

"Okay."

The boy returned to his senses when he heard the conversation and immediately ran back to his room.

The instant he stepped into his own room, Spencer walked out of the other bedroom. Thankfully, Spencer did not see him due to the placement of the rooms.

Spencer shut the door and left.

Back in the room, Anthony leaned against the door and waited until he could not hear Spencer's footsteps anymore before he let out a sigh of relief.

His body began to relax a little, and he slid down the door and sat on the floor.

He stared ahead and tried his best to control himself. Unfortunately, the more he tried, the worse it became.

The conversation flashed across in his mind.

"Nat..." he muttered. In the end, he lost control, buried his face in between his knees, and began sobbing.

He had heard everything just now.

He had never understood what was going on until now.

When he put two and two together, everything finally made sense to him.

It was the poison in her body acting up every time.

Yet, they knew nothing about it.

Damn it!

He was not as smart as he thought he was. I don't even know Nat has been poisoned. How stupid can I get?

Anthony was filled with regrets.

When he thought of the times Natasha had suffered the effects of the poison, he began to blame himself for it.

What have I been doing all this while?

How can I not notice that Nat is unwell? This is such an important matter!

The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. The conversation he heard earlier on kept playing in his mind.

Although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he could imagine the scene in the room. Even when Natasha was in that state, she did not want the three of them to replace out about her condition and worry.

Anthony was weeping away. However, like Natasha, he did not want her to hear him crying, so he controlled himself and did not cry out loud. As a result, his tiny body was trembling violently because of his silent cries.

It took Anthony a long, long while before he calmed himself down. By then, his eyes had turned red.

However, he seemed to have figured something out, and there was a determined look in his eyes.

Nat, I will avenge you!

I will not let anyone who harmed you go unpunished!