WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND

Chapter Seven

It crawled toward the vial, attracted by the tulip powder, and fell inside. Its movements slowed as the antidote worked to stop its poison.

Amelie held back a cry, covering her mouth with her hands. Voss’s jaw dropped, his doubt disappearing as the beetle moved in the vial. The monitors changed, the red warnings turned green. Pieter’s heart rate steadied, and his oxygen level went up. 

Lukas closed the vial carefully, his hands steady even though he was full of adrenaline. He glanced at Pieter, whose eyes fluttered open, weak but alive. “Papa?” Amelie whispered, rushing to his side, tears streaming down her face as she grasped his hand.

Sofia exhaled, her shoulders relaxing for the first time since entering the ward. “You did it,” she said, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. She turned to Voss, her glare cutting. “You almost cost us everything.”

Voss stammered, his authority shattered. “I… I followed protocol. This… this is unprecedented.”

“Unprecedented?” Lukas said, his voice sharp as he removed the needles with care. “You ignored what worked because it wasn’t your idea. Ego isn’t medicine.”

Pieter moved slightly and spoke in a rough but clear voice. “Amelie… where am I?” His daughter sobbed, clutching him, as the medical team scrambled to check his vitals.

Sofia stood nearby, her eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and calculation. “Viktor chose well,” she said, her French accent softening the words. “You’re not just an herbalist, Lukas. You’re a miracle worker.” She stepped closer, “The Laurent family is hosting a private dinner in The Hague tomorrow night. You’ll come as our honored guest.”

He turned back to Pieter, and felt his pulse with his fingers. The heartbeat was steady, but there was a small irregular beat that showed some poison was still inside. Lukas frowned as he remembered the shiny beetle, which seemed to be more dangerous than just a normal poison. “This wasn’t an accident,” he said, his voice making the room quiet. “The toxin came from a rare imported tea, likely a blend with lab-altered botanicals. Someone targeted Pieter.”

Dr. Heinrich Voss, still reeling from his earlier humiliation, scoffed from the corner where he’d retreated. “Sabotage? That’s absurd,” he said. “You’re spinning conspiracies to justify your parlor tricks.”

Lukas ignored him, addressing Sofia. “I’ll prepare a seven-day herbal tincture of milk thistle, dandelion root, and a trace of nettle. It’ll purge what’s left of the toxin. Have him take it twice daily.” He handed her a scribbled list of ingredients. “Source these from a trusted supplier. And find out where that tea came from.”

Sofia nodded, her lips curving into a smile. “I’ll trace it. Whoever did this will answer to me.” She turned to Voss, her expression shifting to playful malice. “As for you, Heinrich…” She reached into her bag, It was made from crushed dried tulip bulbs, the same medicine Lukas had used to cure the poison.. “A taste of your own medicine.” She thrust the jar toward him, with a mocking tone. “Eat it. Or I’ll make sure your board hears about your little stunt with the needles.”

Voss’s face reddened, his jaw tight, but Sofia’s influence, and the glares of her security left him no choice. He scooped a small amount of the bitter paste, frowning as he swallowed, the room stifling laughter. “This proves nothing,” he muttered, wiping his mouth.

“It proves you’re not infallible,” Sofia shot back, she turned to Lukas. “The tincture will be ready, and the archives are yours.”

Lukas nodded and started thinking about what he needed to do next. He excused himself and walked into the hallway, feeling proud but knowing there were still more challenges ahead.

In a private clinic in The Hague, the strong smell of cleaning medicine mixed with Felix Van der Meer’s anger. He walked back and forth in the clean, empty room, his face was bruised, showing purple and yellow colors, his nose still swollen from Lukas’s punch. “He humiliated me!” Felix shouted. “Lukas thinks he can walk away after this? I’ll ruin him!”

Clara Van der Meer sat in a cushioned chair. “He’ll pay, Felix,” she said, her voice low. “But we need to be smart. Elise is wavering, she’s too soft on him.”

A third figure leaned against the wall, his tailored suit as sharp as his smirk. Erik de Vries, a tech investor and Pieter Dubois’s longtime rival, exuded the confidence of a man who thrived on others’ misfortunes. “I can handle Brandt,” he said, his voice smooth. “A few calls, some enforcers and he’ll disappear quietly. For a price, of course.”

Clara’s lips curled. “Name it.”

Before Erik could respond, the door opened, and Elise strode in, her suit tailored for the tech summit she was attending later. “What’s going on?” she demanded. “Felix, you’re supposed to be resting, not plotting revenge.”

Felix whirled on her, his face twisted. “Resting? Lukas broke my face, Elise! He’s a thug, and you’re letting him walk free!”

Elise’s gaze flickered to Clara, then back to Felix. “You said he attacked you unprovoked. But I know Lukas—he doesn’t lash out without reason. What did you do?”

Felix froze, his bravado faltering. Clara started to speak, but Elise raised a hand, silencing her. “No, Mother. Felix. Tell me.”

Felix’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting away. “I… might’ve pushed him,” he muttered. “He had this pocket watch—some ratty old thing from his grandfather. I thought it was yours, something he stole. So I… tore it apart.”

Elise’s breath caught, her heart twisting. The Pocket watch—Lukas’s most cherished possession. “You destroyed it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And then he hit you.”

Felix shrugged, defiant. “He overreacted.”

Elise’s eyes blazed. “Overreacted? You destroyed a piece of his soul, Felix. And you, Mother, lied to me about it.” She turned to Clara, her voice trembling with fury. “You let me believe Lukas was the villain. He showed restraint by only hitting you once.”

Clara’s face paled, and she started to lose control of her calmness. “Elise, we were protecting you—”

“Protecting me?” Elise snapped. “You manipulated me. Both of you.” She glanced at Erik, her disgust palpable. “And you’re no better, profiting off our mess.” She stormed toward the door, pausing only to add, “Stay away from Lukas. This ends now.”