A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 154:

Edwards adjusted his glasses, his face grave. “We believe your grandfather has been poisoned.”

“Poisoned?” The word exploded from me, disbelief and anger lacing my tone. “How is that possible? He hasn’t been—”

“Dominic,” Edwards interrupted, his calm demeanor doing nothing to soothe my rising panic. “It’s a slow-acting poison. It doesn’t show symptoms right away, which is why it can be so dangerous. But the signs are clear.”

Raina turned to me, her face pale as if all the blood had drained from it. “Poison? Who would… How could—”

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching at my sides. “Are you sure? How can you even—”

“We’ve run initial tests,” Edwards replied, his tone steady but firm. “His bloodwork suggests exposure to a substance we’ve seen in similar cases. We’re running further tests to confirm.”

Raina’s voice shook as she asked, “Can Grandma see him?”

Edwards hesitated, glancing between us. “Yes, but only for a short time. He’s weak, and we don’t want to risk overexerting him.”

Grandma didn’t need any prompting. She squeezed Raina’s hand briefly, then hurried toward Grandpa’s room, her frail frame moving with determination.

Raina and I stayed behind, watching her disappear into the room. I turned back to Edwards, who adjusted his stance. His usual professional demeanor cracked just enough to reveal the weight of what he was about to say. “Dominic, you need to understand,” he started, his voice steady but tinged with caution. “Families like yours—families with influence and wealth—tend to attract enemies. A lot of hate can brew in the shadows.”

I frowned, confusion mingling with frustration. “What are you saying?” I demanded, keeping my voice low but firm. “What does that have to do with my grandfather?”

He held up a hand, signaling for me to let him finish. “I’m saying this isn’t random. This isn’t a fever or an accident. Whoever did this knew what they were doing.”

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Raina, standing beside me, clenched her hands into fists. “But… he was fine,” she protested, her voice trembling. “Grandpa was strong last night. He’s been fine—”noveldrama

Edwards cut her off gently. “That’s precisely why this type of poisoning is so dangerous. It’s slow, methodical. The symptoms only become apparent when it’s almost too late.”

My stomach twisted, the implications of his words settling over me like a storm cloud. “What about the doctor who said it was just a fever?” I asked, my mind racing. “Shouldn’t they have caught this sooner?”

“That’s something you need to look into,” Edwards replied, his expression darkening. “Whoever that doctor was, they either missed it entirely—which is unlikely given the symptoms—or they’re complicit. You need to consider the possibility that this isn’t the first attempt to harm your family.”

His words struck a nerve, pulling me into a whirlwind of thoughts. My mind immediately darted to Liam, to the ordeal we’d endured with Alex’s chosen—

The hospital. The memory was sharp, vivid, like a splinter lodged deep in my brain. This is starting to feel all too familiar, I thought, dragging a hand down my face in frustration.

Why was this happening again? Why was it always the people we trusted who turned out to be snakes in the grass? Liam’s frail figure flashed in my mind, hooked up to machines in that sterile hospital room. Back then, Raina had insisted on moving him, sensing something wasn’t right. She’d been relentless, and when the truth came out, it was horrifying. The doctor at the original facility had been working against us. Alex had handled it. I wondered how his story had ended. But now… now I couldn’t help but wonder if this was connected somehow.

Raina’s composure cracked further. “He’s dying,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

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