The sharp tip of the knife pierced through Natasya's chest and she could not move. She could hear the sound of the scalpel cutting through her flesh and the pain swept through her body. Natasya's eyes were wide open and her face was scrunched up in pain.
Bevan stood aside and looked at Natasya's miserable expression with a sneer. "Does it hurt? You probably don't know what we're going to do, do you? Anyway, you're going to die anyway. It's too pitiful for you to die in vain, so I'll kindly tell you the truth."
"We didn't intend to save you at all! Since you began to scheme against Mr. Anthony, he has been looking for the antidote. Fate was on our side and we finally found the antidote. Do you know what it is?"