The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 87 Shadows of Dusk

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As the sum dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling Dean estate, Samantha quietly slipped away from her tasks to

prepare dinner for Finley. She knew he might be weary after his long discussions with Edmond and wanted to offer him a moment of solace.

Daphne watched in silent admiration as Samantha deftly managed every task with unwavering dedication, her respect for Samantha growing with each passing moment.

With the meal carefully prepared, Samantha carried it to Finley's room, her heart filled with hope that the evening might bring some peace to his troubled mind. But as soon as she entered. Finley's voice, sharp and cold, cut through the air. "Get out!" Samantha paused, stunned by the unexpected harshness. "Finley, what's wrong? Did things not go well with Edmond? If you trust me, I can help with the company documents. Because 1-

Before she could finish, Finley swatted the tray from her hands, the food crashing to the floor in a chaotic mess. "I told you to leave! Can't you hear me?"

The room fell into a tense silence as Samantha tried to make sense of his sudden fury. She had no idea what had triggered this outburst, but she knew better than to challenge him further.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Please don't be angry," she said softly, gathering the shattered pieces of dinnerware before retreating from the room.

Daphne was waiting in the hallway, concern etched on her face. "Mrs. Dean, what happened?"

"I don't know," Samantha replied, shaking her head, her voice tinged with frustration and confusion. "Finley suddenly got very angry. I don't know what I did to upset him. Daphne, he hasn't eaten yet. Could you please send another meal to him?" With that, Samantha turned away, her arms full of broken dishes, her heart heavy with unanswered questions.

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Daphne watched her go with a sympathetic sigh. "What a mess," she muttered under her breath.

For days afterward, Samantha saw no sign of Finley. Each attempt to visit was met with a closed door, and all her efforts seemed futile. Her only comfort was the stolen glances from afar, where she watched him, yearning for the past tenderness that now seemed so distan 1/2

Chapter 87 Shadows of Dusk

tension, unraveling the fragile peace they once had.

Two weeks passed, and the shadows deepened around Finley's life. Samantha had left the villa three days earlier, descending from the mountain to a distant town. Her boss had called with urgent

news: the antidote was finally ready, but the dosage remained uncertain. Determined to save Finley, Samantha had drawn the poison from his body and spent those three grueling days testing the antidote on herself at her boss' home.

Samantha endured unimaginable suffering, her body wracked with pain as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, countless times vomiting blood. Yet, her resolve never wavered. Finally, after three agonizing days, she managed to prepare the antidote successfully. Clutching the precious vial, Samantha returned to Dean Residence, her boss by her side. As she entered the house, Daphne's cries pierced the silence, a wail of despair echoing through

the halls.

"Mr. Dean! Don't scare me! Mr. Dean, wake up... Old Mr. Dean hasn't returned yet. How could you go like this, Mr. Dean? Please wake up!"

Samantha's steps faltered, her heart pounding with dread. The sight of Finley, motionless on the bed, drained her of all strength, her legs nearly buckling beneath her. "Finley..."

Somehow, she reached his side, her trembling hand clutching the antidote. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed upon his still form, willing him to hear her words. "I'm back, she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Finley, I'm back. Look, I've brought the antidote for you. This..."