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    Deep down, even the doctor was baffled. Everything pointed to a genuine issue, yet every test came back clean.


    “You’re all useless! I’m filing a formalint!” Joselyn shouted after the medical staff, her voice echoing down the hallway. Brendon stepped in, gently pulling her away.


    “We need to focus on Katie,” Brendon said, his brow furrowed with worry. “There’s no point wasting time arguing with them.”


    “But what now?” Joselyn’s voice cracked, her nerves nearly giving way. “This is the top hospital in the city, and even they can’t find what’s wrong. How are we supposed to help her?”


    Brendon’s silence only deepened her panic. “Maybe we should transfer Katie to the best hospital in Lorbridge,” she said, wringing her hands. “They have the best specialists and technology in the country—if they can’t help, we’ll look for treatment overseas.”


    A faint voice broke through the tension. “Brendon…” Katie managed to speak up, her pain easing slightly. “Isn’t Dr. Emmett still in Dorfield?”


    “But Emmett’s a surgeon,” Joselyn blurted. “Would he even know how to treat something like this?”


    “Most doctors know the basics,” Brendon replied. “Someone like Dr. Emmett probably knows more than most. We’ve got to give it a shot.” He had nned to wait a couple more days before heading to Lorbridge, but Katie’s mention of Calvin brought Dorfield back to his mind.


    “I’ll track down where Dr. Emmett is staying and see if I can get him toe by,” Brendon said.


    Katie briefly considered asking Christina to contact Calvin, but the thought of Christina exploiting her misery or setting impossible terms stopped her cold. She refused to let Christina find any satisfaction in her suffering, so she swallowed the idea.


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    Elsewhere, Thea, lost in sleep, was suddenly overtaken by the same maddening itch. At first, she managed to resist, but soon the crawling sensation gnawed at her nerves, and she couldn’t stop herself from scratching. Each scratch only made things worse, the torment intensifying in a relentless cycle.


    The other two who had been poisoned were in no better shape, each struggling with agony that refused to relent.


    Worried about Leonaing after her, the senior sales assistant had quickly packed up and moved to a nearby city.


    ude, having lost all hope for his career in Dorfield, had also relocated.


    Both of them ended up in hospitals, with doctors baffled, unable to find any trace of what was causing their suffering.


    The next morning, Christina was still deeply asleep when her phone began ringing nonstop.


    Groaning softly, she reached out with her eyes still closed, blindly searching for her phone until her hand finally wrapped around it. “Mm… Hello?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.


    “Seriously, Christina? The inte is blowing up, and you’re still sleeping like a baby?” Davina’s yful voice came through the speaker, clearly amused.


    Hearing that tone, Christina immediately knew it wasn’t a real emergency. If Davina was joking, it couldn’t be that serious. With her eyes still closed, she askedzily, “What happened?”


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