The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 473

The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance

Chapter 473 Blood in Broad Daylight

“They even developed a patent last year,” one student added. “Something about treating pandemic–level

illnesses. It even woh an award.”

“So what?” another scoffed. “That patent ended up being sold to the Foster family anyway. They’re the pharmaceutical overlords of Westbrook.”

Listening to the chatter, Eliza felt a deep, unsettling sense of uncase.

Halbert, however, remained unimpressed. “This has nothing to do with us. Why are you digging into it?”

“I just find it strange,” Eliza said, shaking her head. “Claire University’s medical school–is it connected to the Foster family?”

“Of course it is. The Foster family’s been funding the med school for years. Most of their graduates go straight to the city hospital. It’s all arranged. Otherwise, how do you think the hospital gets so many staff every year?”

Something sparked in Eliza’s memory.

Back when the flu was spreading like wildfire, Nolan had fallen ill–but he’d given her a syringe, saying if she ever caught it, one injection would take care of it.

Could that have come from Claire University’s med school?

But that flu outbreak had only just begun back then. How could they have already developed a countermeasure?

“Class is starting soon,” Halbert said, brushing it off. “Focus. You’re here to study, not chase conspiracy theories.”

To him, the gossip was nothing but baseless speculation.

Eliza, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it. The moment class began, her mind wandered, unable to concentrate. Everything about the med school just felt… wrong.

Then-

A sudden shout echoed from downstairs, followed by terrified screams.

Students in the classroom rushed to the windows.

Outside, chaos had erupted.

A male student wearing a white lab coat was waving a surgical scalpel, shouting at the top of his lungs

“He didn’t kill himself! She would never kill herself!”

“Security! Get him under control!”

Someone shouted from below. Guards rushed toward the man, but he was already on the edge of a breakdown. Anyone who got near was met with frantic, slashing swings of the scalpel.

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He barked at a girl nearby to take out her phone and record. Then he ordered another student to start livestreaming.

From the classroom window, Eliza’s expression turned grim.

Something about this was deeply, terribly wrong.

Without hesitation, she bolted from the room.

“Hey!” Halbert snapped as she rushed out. His expression changed instantly. “Go after her. Don’t let her anywhere near that man!”

“Yes, sir!”

The bodyguards understood the urgency–if something happened to Eliza, Tristan would have their heads,

Downstairs-

Eliza ran straight toward the scene.

The man spotted her immediately.

“You! Come here!”

He pointed the scalpel at her.

Clearly, he recognized her–Eliza’s name and face had long been circulated on student forums. He knew exactly who she was.

“Okay, I’ll come,” she said calmly. “But you have to tell me what’s going on. Just take a breath and explain-

She needed answers. She could feel it–she was caught in the middle of something huge, something hidden, and it was pulling her in deeper by the day.

But the man wasn’t listening. His only demand was that she come closer.

And so she did.

Halbert, watching from afar, was stunned.

What the hell is she doing?!

Walking straight into danger–was she insane?

Eliza stopped in front of the man.

He pointed the blade at her but didn’t attack. Tears streamed down his face.

“She didn’t kill anyone,” he choked out. “Emilia didn’t do it. I know who you are. You’re the daughter of the Sue family. You can clear her name.”

Then, in one swift motion, he pulled Eliza closer and turned to the cameras held by the two girls r

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“Emilia didn’t kill anyone! She’s not the murderer!”

“You know who did it?” Eliza asked.

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There was no aggression in him—she could feel it,

But he said nothing more.

In the next instant, the man raised the scalpel-

And drove it straight into his own throat.

Blood sprayed, splattering across Eliza’s face.

She gasped and staggered back as he collapsed at her feet, convulsing violently before going still.