The doctor knelt beside Charlotte’s bed, his stethoscope pressed lightly against her fragile chest. Her breathing was faint, almost imperceptible, and he frowned deeply. Just yesterday, she had been recovering remarkably well, her vitals stabilizing, and her wounds healing steadily. What could have possibly happened in the past twenty-four hours to bring her to this state? His mind raced through possibilities, but nothing seemed to fit.“Keep monitoring her closely,” he muttered to the nurse beside him, who nodded, her own face betraying unease. He adjusted the oxygen mask on Charlotte’s face and checked the IV lines, confirming that everything seemed in order there. But something was clearly wrong, and he could feel the panic building in the back of his mind.“We need to run a full battery of tests immediately,” he said. “Blood work, toxicology, anything that can tell us why her condition has deteriorated so quickly.”The nurses moved swiftly, understanding the urgency of the

Logan strode forward to Charlotte’s bedside, his gaze fixed on her pale, fragile form. Her chest rose and fell weakly, each breath shallow and measured. “Hold on, Charlotte,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “I’m right here. You’re going to make it through this, I promise. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”The medical team sprang into action. They checked her vitals, administered IV fluids, and began monitoring her system for the toxic substances that had already begun to take a toll. Logan watched every movement, noting every adjustment, every flick of the wrist, every bead of sweat on their foreheads. He refused to let anyone treat Charlotte with anything less than absolute precision.After ensuring she was being attended to, Logan was quietly escorted by the security personnel to the investigation room. Even then, he never took his eyes off Charlotte; he could only hope the doctors’ interventions would stabilize her enough for her to survive

After a while, the police arrived.The hospital corridors were tense with urgency as Logan watched the replayed footage on the monitor. His hands clenched into fists. Every detail was scrutinized, frame by frame. Finally, the evidence was undeniable: the person who had tampered with Charlotte’s food was the very nurse who had been attending to her that night. The one Melissa had assigned to get rid of Charlotte.The footage showed her entering the ward while Logan had been away, opening the cooler he had brought, and carefully adding the toxic substance into the food. Her movements were deliberate, cold, and practiced, showing that she knew exactly what she was doing.Logan’s eyes burned with anger and disbelief. “So it was her,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s the one behind all of this. The one who tried to kill Charlotte.”The senior doctor turned from the monitor, his face pale. “We have to find her immediately,” he said gravely. “She’s a threat not only to Charlotte

Logan hesitated at the door of the dimly lit room, his instincts screaming that something was off.The corridor was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. As he approached the door, he felt a knot of unease tightening in his chest. He had no way of knowing who he would meet or what she had planned. Reluctantly, he pushed the door open.Inside, the room was spacious but sparsely furnished—a large desk in one corner, a few chairs scattered near the walls, and a single chandelier casting dim light. Logan’s eyes immediately fell on the figure sitting at the center of the room, and his stomach dropped. It was Melissa.His old classmate.The same woman he had met at the hospital some days ago; the one who had once been ambitious, cunning, and competitive in school.She was now standing before him in a way that made his blood boil.“Melissa,” he said cautiously, his voice low but tense. “What’s going on here? Why did you ask me to come?”Melissa looked up from where sh

Barbara and Charlotte were finally able to return home. Relief washed over the household, and for the first time in a long while, they felt like they had reclaimed something precious that had nearly slipped through their hands forever.Just when they thought peace was beginning to peek through the storm, a new wave of trouble crashed in. John received troubling news from the Sullivan mansion—news that Grandma Sullivan was gravely ill, teetering on the edge of death.The report hit him harder than he expected. For all the coldness the old woman had shown him over the years, for all the biting words and distant treatment, he couldn’t shake the image of her frail body gasping for life. A part of him still saw her as his mother. He sighed heavily, gathering everyone in the room before he spoke.“My Mom… she’s very sick,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an unusual weight. “The news from the mansion says her condition is terrible.”The words lingered in the air, thick and heavy.