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He continued, his long eyes holding a distant chill. I also ran a test. Judging by the results, you probably ingested the poison. around noon that day–right when the stomach pain started. Try to think back–where were you, and what did you eat?”
Jean dropped her gaze, falling into thought.
I was definitely at school that day. And what did I eat? I ate a lot!
Samuel listened quietly, not interrupting.
Just then-
Her phone on the nightstand buzzed loudly.
Jean glanced at the screen, then turned to Samuel. “I’m gonna take this real quick.”
He nodded once, gently.
The screen was flashing with Taylor’s name.
Only then did Jean remember she had a trial meeting scheduled with him. She glanced at the date. Two days late. So this was him, following up-
Probably pissed.
She answered. Her voice was flat. “Mr. Taylor.”
“Jean, weren’t we supposed to meet Friday after school?” Taylor’s voice was calm, even a little concerned. “You didn’t show. I tried calling too, but no one picked up.”
“I wasn’t feeling well,” Jean replied truthfully. “It came up last minute.”
“Knew it,” Taylor said with a low chuckle. “Didn’t seem like the type to flake for no reason. You feeling better?”
“I’m mostly fine now.”
“Well, once you’re fully recovered, would you still be willing to come in?” His voice was gentle, like a father trying to coax a child. “I’d really like you to be part of this show.”
*111 contact you once I’m fully up,” Jean replied vaguely.
Taylor didn’t press her. “Got it. I’ll wait.”
Jean hung up.
Samuel stood quietly nearby, his pale gold eyes full of calm and concern. “You’ll be discharged tomorrow. Whatever you want to do–go do it”
Jean blinked at him, surprised by his warmth.
This brother’s really kind….
Samuel coughed lightly, clearly a little flustered by the praise.
But what a shame…
A flicker of darkness flashed through Jean’s eyes.
He’s got a serious congenital asthma condition, doesn’t her
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No one needs to know Especially not her.
But somehow, she did
And this isn’t something you just guess
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This disease… it can’t be cared. Not even by the “Miracle Doctor” himself. The man who’s healed so many others. can’t heal his own body.
Jean’s brows furrowed.
But that’s not even the worst part, Someone’s going to tamper with his meds later on. And then….
She didn’t want to finish the thought.
Samuel remained expressionless, but inside, something shifted violently.
She knew about his asthma.
And about something that hadn’t even happened yet.
Everything about it sounded insane. Implausible.
And yet-
Something in him believed it.
Not because of evidence. Just.. something in her voice made it impossible to doubt.
That maybe one day… what she said would come true.
Jean was discharged the next day.
Samuel had taken excellent care of her. Gentle, patient, nothing like the rest of their cold, distant family.
He didn’t wait to see Sienna or Dominic. After handling her discharge paperwork, he slipped away quietly.
Back in the car, Jean sat in the back while Sienna and Dominic rode up front.
She was still thinking about Samuel.
His condition wasn’t just congenital. It had worsened from years of pushing himself as a doctor. The stress, the overwork, the long shifts without rest–he’d wrecked his own body saving other people.
Now, he relied on medicine to forcefully keep his symptoms in check.
It wasn’t sustainable.
And it was slowly killing him.
He doesn’t even seem to want to for it.
Jean stared out the window as the scenery rushed past.
But then-
A spark of confidence lit up in her eyes.
Good thing maybe I can.
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Then she stood, changed clothes, and snuck out the door.
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She wasn’t supposed to leave–Sienna and Dominic would never allow it. But they were busy, and she didn’t have time to
wait
She needed answers.
If she’d been poisoned at school, then someone at that school had done it.
She wanted to know who–and why.
The Ginger family’s driver dropped her off quietly near the academy. She slipped inside just as PE class started. Her classroom was empty.
She made her way to the security office.
“I need to review the footage from lunch two days ago,” she said calmly.
The security guard glanced up, annoyed. “Little girl, don’t waste my time. That footage isn’t for just anyone to access. You gotta have a real reason.”
He eyed her up and down, quickly dismissing her.
Didn’t look like a rich kid. Probably just another entitled brat.
“Go on now,” he waved her off. “You’re bothering me!
Jean’s fists clenched..
Then she spoke, her tone flipping into full dramatic mode.
“Oh, I have a reason all right. I was poisoned, you know that? Almost died. Literally. You don’t let me see that footage, and I drop dead in the next five minutes–guess who’s partially responsible?”
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