Chapter Thirty-Eight: Poisoned Coffe

LEONARD’S POV:

Just as I had concluded, the door sprang open, and the doctor walked in, holding a file that we were sure contained the test results.

An impulse drove me out of my seat as I rushed to the doctor. “What is it, doctor?” I demanded.

The doctor recognized me and tried to offer some respectful greetings, but I grabbed him by the arm, cutting him off. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked again, more insistently.

“Mr. Henderson Leonard, you need to remain calm. She will be fine; it just needs some time before she fully recovers,” he said in a reassuring tone.

I felt a bit relieved but still couldn’t quell the curiosity and anxiety gnawing at me. I was about to press him further when Evelyn’s father spoke up for the first time.

“What happened, doctor?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“She may have unknowingly ingested some poison, which her body is currently reacting to,” the doctor explained. Before he could elaborate, we were momentarily distracted by a nurse entering with a tray of medications and some other tools.

“As I was saying,” the doctor continued, “the substance is spreading through her body and affecting her nerves, which is limiting adequate blood flow. If the case had been reported earlier, things might have gone more smoothly. We’ll need to run some scans and tests to identify the exact substance and determine the right treatment. For now, here are some medications,” he said, gesturing toward the nurse, who began preparing them.

He walked towards the nurses and start to fix and work on some stuff there.

I stood frozen, my eyes widening in fear. My mind reeled as the doctor’s words echoed in my ears. Poison? How was that even possible? I felt as though I’d been punched in the gut. My thoughts raced with questions, fears, and a growing fury.

Whoever was responsible for this—whether it was an accident or intentional—would pay dearly for every ounce of pain Evelyn endured.

I turned to look at Evelyn's father. My heart ached for him. His eyes were wide with shock and fear, tears brimming as he stared at his unconscious daughter. The pain etched on his face was unbearable to witness.

The doctor's words kept replaying in my mind, but I couldn’t fully process them. I felt like I was in a daze, as if the world around me had slowed to a crawl.

For a moment, it felt as though everything had paused. The only sound I could hear was the rapid thudding of my heartbeat.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I need to think clearly, I told myself. Getting angry won’t help Evelyn. I need to work and my emotions at the moment, they don't help me think fast.

I turned to the doctor, trying to ask questions, but my voice caught in my throat. 

Evelyn’s father was the one to break the silence. His voice trembled as he spoke. “What…what kind of poison?” he asked, his eyes pleading for answers.

The doctor hesitated before responding. “We’re not sure yet. We need to run further tests to determine the exact substance. Do you have any idea what she consumed earlier today?”

A surge of anger and frustration welled up inside me. How could this have happened? Who could have done this to Evelyn?

I glanced around the room, taking in the scene. Evelyn's father sat beside me, his gaze fixed on his daughter. The doctor stood across from us, his expression somber. And Evelyn…Evelyn lay unconscious on the bed, her life hanging by a thread.

“Oh, my Goodness.” I groaned silently, overwhelmed by helplessness.

A lump formed in my throat as I stared at her. I had to save her. I would do anything, everything, to ensure her recovery.

Suddenly, I thought about the call I’d received earlier from my guard. My mind churned with questions. Could there be a connection? Or was this just a coincidence? I didn’t have the answers, but I knew I had to stay patient and focus on the immediate crisis.

I sat back down, resting my head in my hands, lost in deep thoughts, they were uncontrollable, making me sick.

I turned to Evelyn's father, attempting to reassure him. “We’ll get through this,” I said firmly. “We’ll find out who did this, and we’ll make sure they pay.”

He nodded, tears spilling from his eyes. “She had coffee this morning,” he said, his voice trembling. “I made it myself as a special treat for her birthday. It was her mother’s favorite recipe. She drank it in the car on our way to the office, while I drove, just the two of us.”

His words revealed his fear and guilt, but I knew we’d uncover the truth soon enough.

“It’s okay, Mr. Wyatt,” I said, trying to comfort him. “Everything will be fine.”

He nodded again, his gratitude evident despite his anguish. “Thank you, Leonard. Thank you for being here for us. I’m so grateful,” he whispered.

I nodded, a newfound determination settling over me. I would do whatever it took to save Evelyn.

As we sat there, Evelyn’s phone began to ring. Her father retrieved it from her bag, which he had brought along to the hospital.

The caller was Dana. Her father answered, but before he could speak, Dana’s excited voice filled the room. “Hey, birthday queen! See you in a few hours! Your girl is super, super ready to party with you tonight!”

He said nothing in response. Instead, he clicked the voicemail button and hung up.

I stood up and walked out of the room hoping for some fresh Air outside.

 As I walked to the hallway path, I took out my phone, searched through my call logs and dialed my guard.

 I wanted to make enquiries on our previous discussion.

  By the second ring I had him on the phone.

  “ Sir “ his voice came right away.

     “ Have you gotten his information?” I asked 

“ Yes sir. I will forward it to your mail immediately.”

   

  “Ok.” I said and hung up.

Just in a minute I got a beep, and checked on the screen.

My jaw dropped dead, my fist clenched in anger accompanied with shock, as I looked at the information staring back at me.