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    Everyone turned at once. A tall,manding figure was striding into view. “It’s Elliott! He’s here!”


    “With Elliott around, no one will dare back out of the bet—win or lose.”


    “Who do you think will win? I’m betting on the Dawsons. What can some random vet even do?”


    “Wait, is that a doctor with Elliott? Let’s hear what the doctor says first. If it’s nothing serious, Eloise will wake up soon, and it has nothing to do with Christina’s supposed treatment.”


    “Exactly! You think Christina’s trying to pull a fast one? Maybe she wants that five percent of the Dawson Group’s shares.”


    The doctor who came with Elliott—a man in his fifties—rushed to Eloise with a medical kit. He knelt beside her, his face growing serious as he began his checks. The more he examined, the darker his expression became. “Mr. Hubbard!” he eximed, standing quickly. “Her condition is critical. She needs to get to the hospital right away—her life’s in danger!”


    Elliott stiffened. He had assumed she’d just fainted—who knew it was this serious? Without a second thought, he bent down, wanting to scoop Eloise into his arms. “Where’s the ambnce?” he snapped at the security team. “Find out how far out they are!”


    “Don’t move her!” Christina stepped forward and stopped Elliott. She had just stabilized Eloise’s condition—some of the poisoned blood still needed to be drained before Eloise could be safely moved. If they jostled Eloise now, the toxins would rush straight to her heart. By then, she would be beyond saving.


    Elliott frowned at her, his voice urgent but controlled. “This is my family’s doctor. He’s one of the best. If he says Eloise is in danger, I can’t take that lightly. I won’t let anything happen to her.”


    Just then, Omar and Vanessa came rushing over, clearly shaken. They had been busy entertaining Samuel inside the estate, never imagining their daughter could be in danger right under their own roof. The moment they heard she had been pushed and knocked out, they came running.


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    “Who pushed Eloise? Who did this to my daughter?” Vanessa shouted. Her face burned with rage as her icy re swept across the crowd. Her eyes were sharp as des. People instinctively backed away.


    “It was her!” Katie pointed at Christina, her voice loud and using. She was secretly thrilled. Christina was doomed this time.


    Omar had already noticed Christina just now. His brow creased. “Is that true? Did you push my daughter?”


    “No, we were just talking. She copsed all of a sudden,” Christina replied calmly.


    “What nonsense are you spouting? Miss Hubbard can’t even speak—how could she talk to you?” Katie yelled.


    Both Omar and Vanessa shot Katie a displeased look, sensing an underlying mockery in her words—as if she were rubbing in the fact that their daughter was mute. That smug, superior tone of hers was downright grating.


    “We exchanged contact info. We really were talking—on our phones.” Christina held up her screen, showing Omar and Vanessa the chat log.


    The couple examined it carefully, and to their surprise, they found their daughter lively and engagingpletely different from the reserved, distant way she usually had with them. Once they confirmed it was her ount, they believed Christina.


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