Landon Hawthorne never thought his words would actually come true.
When he was taken away by the ambulance, an examination in the hospital's isolation room revealed a stone the size of a fingernail in his pants pocket.
Without a doubt, it was a radioactive stone.
Iris Jennings must have planted it on him during their first collision, but Landon hadn't paid it any mind at the time.
If he was contaminated, it was said to be virtually incurable.
Moreover, the doctors said that Iris Jennings wasn't just covered in pustules and blisters on her face—they were all over her body.
She had been contaminated long ago; the horrifying state of her body was a direct result.
Landon Hawthorne took a deep breath as his temples began to throb again.
'That damn Iris Jennings!'
No wonder she said she wanted to take everyone down with her.
Landon Hawthorne laughed, but it was out of pure rage.
'That mad dog, Iris Jennings, snapping at everyone she sees. Death is too good for her!'
