Liam Winston lowered his gaze.
He knew Mrs. Winston all too well.
When her headaches struck, she became irritable and volatile.
For now, the only option was to take Chloe Evans away first.
Then he could figure out how to get the medication.
Chloe looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.
"Liam, Auntie is in so much pain. Shouldn’t we go to Sophia and get the medicine back?"
"Saving lives can't wait."
Outwardly, she feigned concern, but inwardly, she wished the old hag would suffer longer.
Yet in front of Liam, she had to maintain the act of a worried, caring woman.
Liam took a deep breath.
"Fine."
"She’ll hand it over whether she wants to or not."
"At worst, I’ll compensate her tenfold."
He pulled Chloe into the car and sped toward the Robinson family villa.
Sophia Sullivan had just stepped out with the medication in hand when she collided with the furious pair.
Her expression turned icy. "What are you doing here?"
Liam suppressed his anger.
Since Sophia held the medicine, he had no choice but to swallow his pride.
"Sophia, I know I’ve made mistakes."
"But my mother always treated you like her own daughter."
"Remember all the designer bags and clothes she bought you?"
"During the divorce, she even wanted to give you her favorite bracelet..."
Sophia scoffed.
"Get lost. Don’t waste my time."
Liam knew exactly which wounds to poke.
Those clothes and bags? Mrs. Winston had only bought them because she thought Sophia dressed too shabbily.
But the moment Sophia used them, she’d be scolded for being wasteful.
As for the bracelet—it was nothing more than a bribe for an invitation to The Decagon.
And now he had the audacity to play the sentimental card?
Did he really think she was still the same pushover Sophia from before?
"Sophia, why won’t you give us the medicine?" Chloe put on an innocent, wide-eyed act.
"Are you just going to let Auntie suffer?"
"Isn’t that the same as murder?"
"You’re not that cruel, are you?"
Sophia saw right through them.
They were trying to guilt-trip her into surrendering the medication.
"The medicine is right here."
She dangled the small box in front of them.
"But why should I give it to you?"
"I’d rather save someone who actually deserves it."
"Saving a life is a noble deed."
"But saving a good person brings far more merit than saving a wicked one."
Liam’s gaze locked onto the medicine box.
He knew Sophia was deliberately provoking him.
Yet without this medication, his mother might not last.
Noticing the dark look in his eyes, Sophia smirked.
"What? Planning to steal it right here on the Robinsons’ property?"
"Security is nearby."
"Mr. Winston, how’s that reattached finger of yours?"
Liam stiffened.
This woman was outright threatening him.
He’d just left the hospital that morning, his severed finger still throbbing.
And this was the Robinsons’ villa.
Stealing here would be a direct insult to the family.
Isabella Robinson had already cut ties between their corporations.
If he caused another scene, the Winstons and Robinsons would become sworn enemies.
Gritting his teeth, he spat, "I’m not as barbaric as you!"
Sophia waved him off.
"You should worry about Radiant Beauty Group’s collaboration instead."
"I’m leaving."
She turned and got into her car, speeding away in a cloud of dust.
Chloe bit her lip, pretending to panic.
"Liam, what do we do now?"
Secretly, she was delighted.
The longer that old witch suffered, the better.
But she couldn’t say that aloud.
If they failed to retrieve the medicine, Mrs. Winston would despise her even more.
The perfumery competition incident was already a sore spot.
"Auntie said we must get the medicine at all costs."
"I think she’s right."
"What if her condition worsens?"
"We can always apologize to Sophia later."
Chloe deliberately echoed Mrs. Winston’s words.
The old hag had indeed demanded the medicine by any means necessary.
The Winstons had people who specialized in dirty work.
A sly smile curled at Chloe’s lips as she fanned the flames.
"If we fail, Auntie will be even angrier."
Liam’s expression shifted.
He knew the consequences of unleashing those men.
But Sophia refused to yield, no matter the approach.
After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled out his phone.
He sent the car’s license plate number to his subordinates.
"Follow that vehicle."
"Corner it in an alley when you get the chance."
His voice was low and grim.
"Avoid violence unless absolutely necessary."
"Just retrieve the medicine."