Chapter 143: A Race Against the Sinking Ship
Ronan had claimed that Mona once poisoned his father, Arnold Warren.
Arnold had been dead for more than fifteen years, around the same time Samuel Sullivan, Damon’s father, also passed away. But Arnold’s death had always been a mystery, because no one ever knew what really caused it.
According to Ronan, his father was found dead in his sleep, which was strange because werewolves couldn’t possibly suffer from heart attacks in their sleep like humans did.
Their healing ability should’ve automatically repaired any damage in their bodies, including diseases that affected their organs.
Because of that, his case remained unsolved. The forensic team found no trace of poison in his system, and in the end, they concluded that his healing ability had failed due to old age.
"He was a bastard," Mona said between violent coughs. "Just like your father, he deserved to die, maybe even worse."
Damon was about to say something, but the ship sank even deeper into the ocean. The smoke slowly began to clear, and the paralyzing effect was fading away.
Charlotte glanced at her watch and set a timer. "Damon, we only have about forty-five minutes left to find the antidote."
Her heart was burning with anger because Julian and Ronan kept playing with people’s lives as if they were nothing more than toys.
Back then, Damon also had to search for an antidote to save her from the Nightshade poison, and now he had to do it again, this time for his mother.