Darton Thompson glanced at Melody Foster's syringe in her hand.
It looked no different from when she had just left.
This woman was so stupid, she definitely hadn't thought of any tampering herself, nor would she have thought of any way to switch it out.
Darton Thompson thought to herself.
She then smiled again and said to Melody Foster, "Yes, drink this, and we can do the test."
Melody Foster smiled obediently.
Then she picked up the syringe and, still meticulously careful, drank it down.
Seeing her drink every last drop, Darton Thompson couldn't help but feel smug.
Her scheme had finally succeeded.
Hehe, a woman who can't bear offspring, has no chance of marrying into the Royal Family, and if she actually did marry, she would definitely be divorced.
Love?
Yes, there was still love between her and Nigel Clegg.
But who knows how long this love could last? Besides, if Nigel Clegg doesn't marry her, he could still keep her as his mistress.
