Chapter 75
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-08-22 21:55:31

For a moment, Florence thought she was dreaming.

The ceiling above her wasn’t the familiar one in her bedroom and the sterile smell of disinfectant and faint beeping of monitors confirmed that she was lying on a hospital bed.

Her heart skipped as she tried to push herself upright, but weakness held her down.

What stunned her even more was Antonio.

What was he doing here, and by her side?

Florence blinked several times, wondering if her mind was still clouded.

“Mr Morris?” she whispered.

“What… why are you here?”

She also noticed the doctors she had already known standing just beyond him.

Turning her gaze from Antonio to them, she demanded, “What am I doing here? And why is he beside my bed?”

A couple of the doctors exchanged knowing looks before one of them stepped closer with his lips curling into a reassuring smile.

“Miss Gales, it was Mr Morris who saved your life. Without him, we might have lost you.”

Florence’s brows knitted.

She stared from the doctor to Antonio, utterly bew
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  • Chapter 75

    For a moment, Florence thought she was dreaming. The ceiling above her wasn’t the familiar one in her bedroom and the sterile smell of disinfectant and faint beeping of monitors confirmed that she was lying on a hospital bed. Her heart skipped as she tried to push herself upright, but weakness held her down.What stunned her even more was Antonio.What was he doing here, and by her side?Florence blinked several times, wondering if her mind was still clouded.“Mr Morris?” she whispered.“What… why are you here?”She also noticed the doctors she had already known standing just beyond him.Turning her gaze from Antonio to them, she demanded, “What am I doing here? And why is he beside my bed?”A couple of the doctors exchanged knowing looks before one of them stepped closer with his lips curling into a reassuring smile. “Miss Gales, it was Mr Morris who saved your life. Without him, we might have lost you.”Florence’s brows knitted. She stared from the doctor to Antonio, utterly bew

  • Chapter 74

    None of the doctors spoke. They knew Florence had been poisoned, but the culprit remained a mystery—and no one seemed to know where to start. Antonio’s dark eyes scanned the room, taking in the hesitant, uncertain expressions of the doctors. “If you don’t know how to find the person responsible,” he said coldly, “then I’ll show you how.” He turned toward the nearest nurse. “Get the security immediately. I want the camera footage from this ward, from the hospital pharmacy, and from the kitchen.” Some of the doctors stiffened. “Footage? But—” “Do it,” Antonio interrupted firmly. “No excuses. Time is running out, and Miss Gales’s life depends on it.” The nurse hurried to comply, and within minutes, three sets of footage were displayed on the large monitor at the end of the ward. Antonio gestured to the group to pay attention. The ward footage revealed subtle, almost imperceptible movements of Dr. Dennis Tella lingering suspiciously near Florence’s medications.

  • Chapter 73

    The doctors standing around Florence’s bed exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, their faces drained of color with the reality of what was happening finally sinking in. Florence’s chest rose and fell unevenly and her pulse fluttered weakly beneath the nurse’s trembling fingers. The beeping machines sounded like death tolls, with every irregular rhythm echoing through the sterile air. Antonio’s words had been dismissed as meddling arrogance. After all, what did he know compared to their collective years of medical practice? Yet now, watching Florence’s condition worsen by the second, they realized the cost of their defiance. Antonio had told them not to administer the medication. He had even warned them of the possible outcome. But pride and a deep distrust of him made them ignore his counsel. Now Florence’s body was shutting down, and guilt hung in the air like a suffocating fog. The security team, having been summoned earlier because Antonio was deemed disrupti

  • Chapter 72

    The doctors shoved him aside, pressing him back against the wall. Then they moved with brisk precision, preparing instruments, rolling syringes, and discussing Florence's condition in low, hurried tones. Antonio tried to read their faces, but their expressions gave him no comfort—only a cold efficiency. Just then, the door to the ward swung open and Dennis Tella walked in. His white coat looked almost too large for his lean frame, and he carried himself with the eagerness of someone desperate to prove himself. “Dennis, come here quickly,” one of the senior doctors called out, waving him over. “Yes, sir,” Dennis replied, rushing forward. The doctors immediately began assigning him tasks. “Prepare the syringe.” “Fetch that bowl—yes, that one.” “Mix this medicine together and bring it to me.” Dennis obeyed without question, moving quickly between the table and the bed. Within minutes, he handed the prepared mixture to the senior doctor, who nodded and prepared to in

  • Chapter 71

    Antonio’s expression remained cold and unreadable as the torrent of insults and discouragement from the doctors rolled over him like water against stone. He ignored their shouting, their jeers, and their warnings about risking Florence’s life. He moved closer to Florence and carefully adjusted her head, tilting it slightly to better assess her condition. He studied her face, noting the pale tinge of blue around her lips, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, and the labored pulse in her neck. His fingers pressed lightly against her wrist, measuring the rhythm and strength of her pulse. He then traced her temples, feeling the faint heat radiating from her feverish body. Everything told him that time was slipping away and that every second counted. After a long period of meticulous assessment, Antonio withdrew a small container from his bag. It was unassuming with its exterior covered with a rough brown wrapping. Inside, the substance looked like clay, dry and gr

  • Chapter 70

    Antonio’s eyes were sharp, cold, and unyielding as he turned to face the head physician. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” Antonio said firmly. “Step back, all of you. If you truly value her life, give me the space I need to try and save her—and I want no interruptions.” The team of doctors surrounding Florence’s bed exchanged glances of disbelief. Had they heard right? Their white coats, pristine under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights, contrasted with Antonio’s dark, travel-worn attire. Their skepticism was palpable and their professional pride was hurt that an outsider—a man they barely respected—had the nerve to tell them what to do. One of them—a short, broad-shouldered man with glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, sneered openly. “Step back? You?” the doctor sneered. “You’re not even a licensed physician—you’re a reckless fraud! Florence is fighting for her life, and you actually think your cheap tricks with needles will save her? Pathetic! D

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