"Moreover, like Dave said," She continued, her voice citrusy and concerning, "Dr. Leo should be left to handle her treatment. We also care about Naomi as much as you do so we can't practically stay put and watch you make a decision that would hurt her even more." Her voice was smooth, like she was really caring for her step-daughter. The way she said every word was too smooth for a lie like she had rehearsal every line several times behind the door. Carl was observing everything without speaking. This woman definitely has a secret, but it was none of his business. He wasn't in the place to meddle in the family's business. He shouldn't have even come here in the first place, but because he had promised the tech mogul. And a man like him doesn't break his promises. "Mr. Rothwell if your family is paranoid about my presence here, I'd like to take my leave now." He said calmly and turned to walk away. Mr. Rothwell dashed to his front and crumbled to his knee sharply, blocking Carl's p

The ICU held the cold smell of antiseptic and death at the same time. And Carl smelled it in the air as soon as he walked in with Mr. Rothwell and his family. The room echoed with the steady beat from a heart beat monitor and the particular humming from machines that suggested mechanical was holding life at the edge. A few medical practitioners were in the room, dressed in crisp uniforms, surrounding a gurney where a woman laid, barely breathing. Her face was pale as ice, her lips dried like frost and her eyes were sunken, yet looking past those features given to her by whatever was eating her up, this woman was beautiful. Dr. Leo turned when he heard the door open behind him. He pulled his mask down and exhaled sharply, looking at the face with familiarity except for Carl's. He frowned slightly. "Mr. Rothwell your daughter's health is in a very critical state, we can't just allow a stranger to walk into the ICU." "I brought him in," the man said outrightly, his patience at th

"Mr. Rothwell, this is an Aconite derivative." Carl said promptly, "It is a deadly poison, a slow organ eater." He said with a professional voice, "Aconite wasn't produced as a Poison at first. It was primarily to preserve food but after several tests, it was found to be dangerous, reducing anything it was used on. Meat, vegetables..anything...they continued to shrink. Aconite works like a chemical parasite. And because of that, even large quantities of it cannot be detected by any machines..." He said and turned to Dr. Leo who was practically sweating bullets now, sweats pouring from his head. He was convulsing visibly. "You knew about this and the danger it can do to the human body. And you also know the machines won't detect the traces because of the nature of Aconite." Carl said firmly, every word delivered with finality. "So I say Dr. Loe here was the one who poisoned your daughter." "What..what the hell are you spitting?!! What nonsense are you ranting about?" Dr. Leo's vo

Mr. Rothwell turned his shocking face to look at the woman he married, his brow furrowing tight. "What the hell is he talking about?" He demanded, his voice sounding in the distance. Martha, shaking but trying to look firm let out a sharp nervous laughter, reaching out to hold her husband. "No, don't tell me you believe the nonsense he's saying..." The Man stepped back one step away from her. "Speak!" He snapped. "He's lying, honey.... don't believe this damn liar!!" Martha forced her voice to soften to a convincing edge yet it sounded horrible. "Mr. Rothwell I'm not lying....she paid me to poison your daughter... Naomi was never sick..it was the poison that slowly changed her body system until it reached the critical limit." Mr. Rothwell froze in place, the room suddenly titled before his eyes. His jaw dropped without closing back. Sweats poured from Martha's face profusely, her expensive gown clung to her skin yet she felt absolutely naked at the moment. Dr. Leo

Jane sneaked away from her atrocious act like nothing happened. Carl squinted on the Armani Prive gown. It was really damaged. Really bad. “What's her intention? Is she dumb to know that camera is everywhere? Rich pervert with snail brain!" Carl cursed under his breath.Jane smoothened his gown and wore a sweet smile. She met Mia and Betty, hands crossed behind her back, hiding the Blade.“... everything here costs fortunes. $15,000? A piece of gown?" Jane Walked in to hear Betty lamenting about how expensive the dresses were.She stepped closer to her, the fake devilish grin on her lips unwavering. Her expression twisted with perfectly practiced concern...but deep in her heart, it was pity...ugly.She began, arms latched onto Betty shoulder as though she was a close ally... Like she wasn't wishing she could stab her deep in her chest. How could Betty know that the smiles surrounding her was fake, practiced...to demolish her.“Oh Betty...well.. don't worry, we gat your back, babe. W