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    “Is he in danger?” Sadie asked, her voice even more tremulous, her fear palpable.


    “It’s difficult to say right now. I need to administer a sedative to stabilize him first,” the doctor answered. He took a vial and syringe from his kit, filled the syringe, and moved to Noah’s side, rolling up his sleeve to prepare for the injection.


    “Hold on!” Sadie’s voice halted the doctor just as he was about to inject Noah. “Doctor, could… his condition be caused by some kind of drug?” Her words were deliberate, each one heavy with the weight of her concerns. Though she suspected as much, she sought validation from the doctor.


    The doctor paused, taken aback by her direct question.


    After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “It’s a possibility I cannot exclude, but—”


    “What kind of drug could it be?” Sadie interrupted, her urgency palpable.


    Caught off guard by her intensity, the doctor responded, “At this moment, I can’t identify the specific substance. We’ll need further tests to determine that.”


    “Alright.”


    Vivi had left Myrtlewood Estate in a cab. Her expression was dark, her mood sour.


    The evening’s events had initially unfolded seamlessly. She had crafted a convincing facade of closeness with Noah, capturing the media’s attention.


    Vivi was sure it wouldn’t be long before Sadie sumbed to the pressure of public scrutiny. She envisioned herself effortlessly taking Sadie’s ce as Noah’s wife.


    Just then, her phone rang.


    She nced at the caller ID, and herplexion nched.


    The call was from a waiter at the banquet.


    With a moment’s hesitation, Vivi answered. “Hello?” Her voice betrayed a hint of unease.


    “Miss… Miss Quinn…” The waiter’s voice trembled with panic. “I… I identally took the wrong drink…”


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    “What do you mean?” Vivi felt a sudden drop in her stomach, a wave of dread washing over her.


    “I mean… the wine Mr. Wall drank… It wasn’t the one you asked for… It was… it was Miss Weisenfluh’s. The one she tampered with…” The waiter’s voice faded, barely a whisper.


    “What did you just say?” Vivi’s tone spiked, a mix of shock and anger. “Repeat that!”


    “I didn’t mean to… I don’t know how it happened… I just… picked the wrong one…” The waiter’s voice trembled. He was on the brink of tears.


    “You… you…” Vivi was shaking with rage, her voice strained as if she were holding back screams. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”


    “I understand… Miss Quinn, please… I need your help…” the waiter begged frantically.


    “Help you? How can I possibly help you now?” Vivi’s response was cold and unforgiving. “Just wait. If thises out, you’re going to prison.” With that, Vivi ended the call abruptly.


    Her face turned pale, her expression one of sheer horror. Her heart pounded wildly with fear and despair.


    The situation had spiraled beyond her control.


    If the Wall family uncovered the truth, she risked losing everything, and her very life could be at stake.


    Vivi clutched her phone so tightly that her nails left deep indents in her palm.


    Yet, she felt no pain.


    Her mind was a whirlwind, scrambling for a solution. She was at a loss for what to do next.


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