In my past life, after Andrew and Sally recovered, they had their stomach contents tested. The results showed mercury poisoning
The cause? A takeout meal they had eaten that afternoon. Someone had laced it with poison
At the time, Andrew and Sally assumed that Dylan had ordered it, so they didn’t think twice before finishing the entire meal. Even
up until my death, we never found out who had placed the order.
The first responder furrowed his brows when he heard this. He told me that mercury poisoning could cause severe organ damage and might even require surgery. Then, he asked me about my relationship with the patients.
I immediately said, “They’re my ex–fiancé’s parents”
The first responder looked at me for a while before continuing, “Then you need to contact their immediate family. If surgery is
seded, a family member has to sign ther consent form”
Tasked, “Can’t I signi
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He shook his head and repeated firmly, “Immediate family onl
only”
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Left with no choice, I called Dylan’s younger sister, Bernice Turner. Fortunately, she was in the same city.
After hearing my explanation, she panicked. “How could my parents be poisoned? They don’t have any enemies!”
I rubbed my temples. “Now’s not the time to play detective. Hurry, get off work and get here as soon as possible. The doctor said
that they might need surgery, and I can’t sign the consent form.”
As a responsible adult, Bernice quickly asked for the hospital’s address and promised to come immediately.
Knowing that the patients‘ condition were critical, the ambulance driver sped through the streets, cutting down what should’ve been a 15–minute drive to just ten.
Once we arrived at the hospital, Andrew and Sally were rushed into the emergency room, and I hurried to pay the medical fees.
After settling the payment, I sat outside the emergency room, waiting
Nathan passed by, looking dejected. But the moment he saw me, his expression twisted with anger.
“Fiona, why are you so shameless? Just because I insulted you a little, you reported me to the emergency center. Now, I’ve had a month’s performance pay deducted. Are you happy now? And did you really send my godparents to the hospital? Aren’t you afraid of karma for tormenting them like this?”
Before I could respond, a doctor walked out of the emergency room and urgently asked, “Are the patients‘ family members still not here? Their condition is critical. You need to contact them immediately.”
Nathan’s face turned pale. Without saying another word, he followed the doctor back into the emergency room.
Just two minutes later, he walked out and apologized to me. “I’m sorry. Dylan told me that you made this up out of jealousy. I really didn’t think that it was
true,”
