Chapter 107

Aria Bennett never expected Dorian Blackwell to be Victor Blackwell's cousin. In the original storyline, Blackwell Biotech was still called Northstar Pharmaceuticals at this point.

She remembered reading that Dorian's aunt had treated him like her own son, yet named him heir before her accidental death. Later, he obtained an ancient formula that elevated Blackwell Biotech to new heights.

But neither the original story nor online forums ever mentioned Blackwell Biotech's origins as Northstar Pharmaceuticals. The misfortunes of the Northstar mother and son had been deliberately buried—undoubtedly Dorian's doing.

No wonder Victor showed signs of early demise, and Moira Blackwell's forehead bore dark omens. Dorian had been pulling strings all along.

A cold glint flashed in Aria's eyes. Eliminating one of Serena Blake's powerful suitors early to weaken the protagonist's luck? She couldn't ask for more.

Besides, Dorian's betrayal deserved retribution. She'd handle this without remorse.

Moira's fingers dug into the sofa armrest, her face pale. She should've realized—if her son died, Dorian stood to gain the most.

"Master Aria, can my son be saved?" Her voice trembled.

Victor stared desperately at Aria, eyes burning with survival instinct.

"There's time," Aria nodded. "Ten days later would've been too late."

Moira slumped in relief, tears streaming.

"Two solutions." Aria raised two fingers. "First: forcibly break the ghost marriage."

"But this damages vitality, shortening lifespan."

"And the second?" Moira pressed.

Aria's lips curved. "Transfer the ghost marriage. Must be a blood relative."

Moira's eyes blazed with hatred. "Dorian?"

"Exactly." Aria's tone turned meaningful. "This is called returning the sender's own poison."

"Option two!" Moira spat through clenched teeth.

Aria, having anticipated this, produced a talisman brush: "I'll need birth details, hair, blood samples, and the original marriage contract."

"I'll obtain them," Moira vowed.

Aria handed Victor a talisman. "Ward against evil. Keep it close."

She then wrote an herbal list: "Gather these quickly. I'll prepare vitality elixirs."

Moira accepted the list, showering gratitude as she escorted Aria out.

At home, Victor recalled, "Dorian brought me home the night I fell ill."

"My finger stung inexplicably—now I understand..."

Moira sneered. "That ungrateful viper!"

"Rest now." She tucked him in. "I'll gather evidence and herbs."

Victor nodded weakly.

Meanwhile, Arthur Reed fretted: "Could this backfire on you?"

Aria smiled. "Karma won't touch me."

Gazing out the window, her eyes turned glacial. Once the ghost marriage transferred, let's see how Serena Blake clings to this big fish.