Wyatt Perry was gambling, betting that Lucas's father wouldn't easily hand over the antidote.
The antidote was essentially a poison prepared for him.
As expected, after Lucas received the antidote, his condition worsened; he collapsed on the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth, in a state worse than a seizure.
Wyatt Perry left the detention center with a cold smile, curious to see if the Castelos had any other tricks up their sleeve.
Back at home, Claudia Ross asked gloomily, "Who are you? Why do you look so familiar?"
"I'm your husband, don't you recognize me?" Wyatt Perry grinned, wrapping his arm around Claudia Ross's waist, his pronounced nose brushing against her face.
"So you're my husband. I knew you seemed familiar."
Claudia Ross pinched Wyatt Perry's thin cheek with a cheeky smile, "If you hadn't shown up, I'd have thought you ran off with a mistress and abandoned us."
"Haha." Wyatt Perry chuckled bitterly, "I've been really busy lately."
