Every physician and specialist on Victoria's medical team had been handpicked with extreme care. There was no possible way Alexander could uncover any discrepancies.

Yet if she were to die suddenly, it would create complications.

This fraudulent doctor they'd stumbled upon was the perfect solution—an opportunity to relieve the burden of her "impending death" that was meant to happen months later.

Even if Amy exposed her, Alexander and Nathan wouldn't believe it. They'd likely accuse her of being spiteful instead.

Amy's voice sliced through Victoria's thoughts.

"Mr. Blackwood sacrificed his marriage and a billion dollars to save Ms. Langley's life. Given how kind and selfless she is, she might feel guilty—like she's a burden to you."

"What if the guilt becomes too much? What if she refuses the medication, choosing death over feeling indebted?"

Nathan hesitated, then murmured, "That makes sense... Alex gave up so much. If Victoria truly is as compassionate as she seems, she would feel overwhelmed."

"Absolutely not. From now on, I'll personally ensure she takes every dose!"

Victoria nearly choked on her fury. Was he seriously buying this nonsense? If those pills were laced with slow-acting poison, was Nathan trying to kill her? Idiot.

Alexander wasn't as easily fooled. His gaze, dark and fathomless, lingered on the bottle in Amy's hand.

"Mind if I take one for testing?"

Amy handed it over without hesitation. "Of course. Pick whichever one you'd like."

Her immediate compliance made Victoria falter. Had that quack misdiagnosed her? Were these just harmless supplements after all?

After sealing the pill in a small bag, Alexander said, "I have meetings this afternoon. I should get going."

Nathan, eager to return to his own affairs, added, "Alex, I'll leave with you."

Alexander studied Amy for a long moment before turning away.

The next day, Victoria received the test results before anyone else.

"Ms. Langley, the analysis is complete. The pill contains no toxins and doesn't treat any specific condition. It's just a protein-rich supplement—completely harmless."

Victoria exhaled in relief, a smirk curling her lips.

Amy had really gone all out, hyping up those pills as some miracle cure. For a moment, Victoria had almost believed Theodore Whitmore was a genius.

But no—it was just Amy being duped by an old fraud.

The moment Alexander sent the pill for testing, Victoria had contacted her inside source to ensure she got the results first. If it had been poison, she would've warned Alexander immediately. But since it wasn't? She'd keep it to herself.

She'd already faked a terminal illness—working with a con artist was nothing. And if Alexander divorced Amy over this so-called miracle drug? Even better.

As for that billion dollars in Amy's hands...

Victoria's smile turned venomous. Once the divorce was finalized, she'd make sure Amy walked away with nothing.

In a private lounge, Dominic Whitmore—fresh off a business trip—nearly spilled his wine when he heard the news. A few drops splashed onto his pristine white shirt.

"What? Amy and Alexander are divorced?!"

Dominic's shock was palpable. He'd been overseas for weeks—how had everything unraveled so quickly?