Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1211

"Oh." Juniper replied lazily, giving the man a half-smile that clearly said: *Do you really think I believe that?*

"You look a bit pale. Did you not sleep well last night either?" Shanley pulled her into his arms, deliberately lowering his voice. "Get some more rest."

Sharing a bed with her mother after so many years had felt foreign. Being a slow-to-warm-up person, she naturally needed time to adjust. Leaning against Shanley, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Too tired to argue, she closed her eyes.

When she woke up, it was already 2:00 PM. After freshening up, she headed to the next room.

Silas Blackwood's high fever had finally broken after taking the temporary antidote, and he was sleeping soundly. Jimmie Tate and the rest of her siblings were gathered around the bed. Theia Sommers looked exhausted.

"Mom," Juniper said, stepping closer with a slight frown. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I knew you didn't sleep well," Theia soothed. "Besides, your father took the medication. His fever is down, and he's out of danger."

"The antidote will only last for a little over ten days," Harold Houston sighed in frustration after adjusting Silas's IV drip. "And the lab hasn't had any luck identifying the formula's composition."

"Write down the components you do know for me," Juniper instructed, her tone turning serious. "I'll figure something out. If we can't find the exact original ingredients, we'll find viable substitutes."

Her gaze turned icy. "I refuse to believe Corvus Thorne can create a poison and an antidote that I can't reverse-engineer."

Harold nodded. If there was anyone on earth capable of synthesizing a cure, it was her.

"Mom, I need to head out for a bit," Juniper said. "I'll be back later."

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