Chapter 1746 Pure Ice
At that moment, John’s words echoed in my head again. Looking at Ashton, I subconsciously hugged myself as if that was the only way to stop the iciness emanating from the depths of my heart.
I couldn’t help but ask myself if I could still love the current Ashton unconditionally.
Finally, Nathaniel came down the stairs. When he emerged, he scanned the surroundings before settling his gaze on Joseph.
Due to the episode earlier, the bag of crystal meth that Ashton had brought was now lying by Joseph’s feet. Bending forward, Nathaniel picked it up and studied it in his hand. He looked in Ashton’s direction and asked coldly, “How can such substandard goods be worthy of those closest to you? Ashton, by doing this, it will only serve to demoralize your subordinates.”
Ashton was unfazed. “You have to ask your men about it. Perhaps they feel that I’m only worth this much, and there is no need to bring out the good stuff.”
Nathaniel lowered his gaze without retorting. The next moment, he raised his hand and threw the drugs out the main door. Before we could react, he held up his other hand at Ashton, and somehow, there was a syringe in his hand.
His eyes glistened and his grin slowly widened. “This is the purest form available. Since he is someone you value highly, why don’t you inject him with your own hands?”
The purer the drug was, the stronger the addiction. Even though there might be a chance to quit in the future, one would have to go through even more pain.
Ashton lowered his head and glanced at the thick syringe. After receiving it, he walked toward Joseph and knelt down without any hesitation.
“Are you crazy, Ashton? Stop! If he can’t take it, he will die!” As all the alarm bells in my brain went off, I dashed ahead to try and stop him. Unfortunately, Nathaniel had grabbed hold of me. In the face of his massive strength, I was powerless to do anything.
Before I realized it, Joseph had offered his left hand. He rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fist so that his veins could be easily seen.
“Go ahead, Mr. Fuller. Give it to me, quick. This is killing me.” Joseph’s eyelids were twitching uncontrollably as if he was on the brink of a coma.
“Ashton! I’m utterly disappointed in you. I beg of you. Don’t do this to Joseph!” I screamed, feeling the burn in my nose and tears in my eyes.
The moment Ashton’s hand moved toward Joseph’s arm, I turned away, unable to bear the sight.
Unexpectedly, Nathaniel was intrigued. Ignoring my blows, he grabbed my chin and forced me to watch Ashton inject Joseph with the syringe.
I watched as the thick needle was inserted into Joseph’s blood vessels. I saw the liquid inside flow into his body as Ashton applied pressure on the syringe. When the latter had injected everything, Joseph gaped at the sky with only the white of his eyes visible. After Ashton pulled out the needle, Joseph convulsed before rolling on the ground. There, he looked as if he was in heaven and hell at the same time.
Soon, the side effects began to kick in. Since it was his first time being exposed to ice that was so high in purity, Joseph started foaming at the mouth after a short moment of ecstasy. With blood dripping out of his nose, he looked as if he was an epileptic patient who could drop dead at any time.
Both Nathaniel and Ashton had the same look on their faces. Narrowing their gazes, they waited silently for Joseph to either endure through it or die trying.
Distracted by the drama, Nathaniel had unconsciously loosened his grip on me. Taking on one person was naturally easier than taking on two, so I used the opportunity to stomp my leg on his leather shoe before dashing toward Joseph’s side and dialing for the ambulance.
While waiting for the call to get through, I pulled out the knife I had prepared earlier from my bag and pressed it against my throat. “Either we wait for the ambulance, or I’ll die together with him. Don’t you feel smug about yourself yet!”
Ashton narrowed his eyes at me. “All they will do is detain him for a while at the hospital. Do you really think it’s for his own good?”
“Shut up.” An angry woman couldn’t care less about the ones she loved. “I don’t want to talk to you right now!”
