Nolan Morrison glanced at the repulsive reptile in the box, then turned to look as Mrs. Morrison walked away.
Mrs. Johns grasped the shares transfer document, looked at the signature, and laughed hysterically: "Hahaha... I finally got it, finally got it."
Nolan Morrison watched the frenzied Mrs. Johns, calmly said: "Antidote."
Mrs. Johns spun around abruptly, her facial features twisted, her eyes gleamed with mania: "Want the antidote? Tsk, I really didn't misjudge you, you truly are a... Good Son, your Mum put all her efforts into helping you gain the Morrison Family, her affection for you wasn't in vain."
"Alright, inject this into your own body first, and I'll definitely give her the antidote."
Saying this, Mrs. Johns pulled a syringe from her pocket, already containing four to five milliliters of transparent liquid, and tossed it at Nolan Morrison's feet with a wave of her hand.
