CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN.

“I need your help” Emilia told the female guard that was stationed outside the clinical center, her face was no longer swollen But traces of the stings were visible.

“What do you want?” The woman asked in an uninterested tone. She looked like she was tired of her job by the way.

Emilia who read right through her smiled at the thought of how desperate she would be to get a few thousand dollars.

“I just want you to help me get some cans of chlorine trifluoride and I promise to pay you really well”

The guards lips went from pursed to an “o”

“”Are you kidding me right now?”

“I mean, you could save your son if you do that, i overhead you on the phone”

The woman became speechless, it was true. Her son was dying of cancer and she has not been able to find his hospital bills. Working as a guard in the female prison didn’t give her the kind of money she needed for her son’s chemotherapy.

“I just need you to help me get the cans and I will pay you handsomely, what do you think?” The smirk playi