Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 600

“Was it really you who saved me?” Benson struggled to sit up, his eyes locked on Lauren.

Lauren stood frozen, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Five years had passed. Anastasia probably had no proof that she was the one who sent the medicine; otherwise, how could Penelope have taken the credit back then? If Penelope could do it, why couldn’t she?

The thought steadied her nerves.

“Of course, it was me. Why would I lie about something like that?”

“So you’re saying you were the one?” Anastasia’s smile was mocking. “Then you must remember the ingredients you used. Why don’t you list them for us? I’m always eager to learn.”

Lauren didn’t flinch. “Of course, I remember.” She then proceeded to list, one by one, all fifteen herbs used in Benson’s antidote, finishing with a triumphant glance at Anastasia. She had prepared for this, researching the original treatment down to the last detail. With this, no one could challenge her story. She waited for Anastasia’s look of helpless fury.

But Anastasia wasn’t angry or flustered. She was simply watching her with a pitying, contemptuous expression, as if she were a clown in a circus.

An uneasy feeling settled in Lauren’s stomach.

“Are you sure those were the ingredients?” Benson asked suddenly, his gaze intense.

Lauren hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding firmly. “Yes. I’m certain. I would never forget.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Benson’s face hardened. “You’re lying. It wasn’t you who saved me.”

“Lauren, you have disappointed me more than I can say,” Mr. Brennan said, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Winni simply stared at her, speechless. She suddenly felt as if she were looking at a stranger. It was as if she had never truly known the girl she had raised.

Murray’s expression was one of cold resignation. This outcome no longer surprised him.

The old matriarch gave Lauren one last look of utter disappointment before turning all her attention to Anastasia. She clutched her granddaughter’s hand tightly. “Ana, how can I ever thank you? Five years ago, if it weren’t for you, Benson…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought.

The rest of the family looked at Anastasia, their hearts heavy with a complex mix of shock, guilt, and awe. Five years ago… she had possessed that kind of skill even then. All this time, they had been ignoring a true genius.