Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1338: Could the man on the bed be the mastermind behind it all? That chilling thought wormed its way into her mind, making her lips press together. She swallowed her questions, determined to focus on the motionless man before her. The countryside had raised her, orphans like her learning to lean on the kindness of neighbors, and it was in that isolated village where she picked up a knack for design. But medicine? She had never claimed to be good at that. If she were facing something ordinary, perhaps she could offer some help. Otherwise...

Lowell's earlier words echoed in her thoughts, snapping her out of her panic. She clung to hope, wishing for some miracle to land in her lap. Time ticked by as she examined the silent patient, and dread settled heavily in her chest. What she saw made her suspect poison. Trying to cure something like that could cost a life. She didn't even know what had caused it, which made the situation more dire. Pushing herself to her feet, Linsey gave her opinion as earnestly as she could, saying, "Honestly, you need someone who knows what they're doing.

I'm not your best bet for this." Suddenly, Lowell pressed a gun to her temple, his face cold and unmoved. "Drop the act. If you can spot poisoning, then you can cure it." "That's not how it works!" Linsey fired back. Lowell cut her off with a cold glare. "Quit stalling and save him. If you waste another second, I'll put a bullet in you myself!" With that threat hanging in the air, Linsey had no choice but to keep going, her hands trembling as she faced the task ahead.

Feel the magic on gαℓησνs․com She managed to piece together that the man's agitation was so intense they had to inject him with some rare drug to calm him. Trying to stay calm, she said, "Would it help if you tried waking him? If I could see how he reacts, I might figure out what kind of poison he's been given, then do something about it." "I'll grab a different injection," Lowell muttered, vanishing through the doorway with barely a sound. Moments later, he burst back in, syringe in hand, moving with a sense of urgency.

Before he could start the injection, a guard barged in, leaned close, and murmured something only he could hear. That private message turned Lowell's face to stone. He pressed the syringe into Linsey's palm and muttered, "I have to go take care of something. Keep our boss alive." He didn't bother waiting for her agreement. He strode out the door, his men trailing behind, and locked it with a heavy click that made it clear she was not meant to leave. Left with no one but the patient for company, Linsey could only sigh in resignation and slide the needle into the man's arm. . . .