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    “We believe you,” Vanessa said with quiet firmness. Then, frowning, she turned to Elliott. “Elliott, carry your sister—we’re taking her to the hospital now.”


    “You can’t move her,” Christina hastily said, standing in their way. Her voice was steady and firm.


    Elliott was a mess of worry, but deep down, something made him hold on to Christina’s words. He didn’t dare move his sister.


    Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, filled with suspicion as they locked on Christina.


    “Why can’t I move my daughter? What are you trying to do?”


    Vanessa had just gotten her daughter back after years of separation. No way was she going to risk losing her again. Not a chance. When it came to her daughter, she wouldn’t take any chances—not even a tiny one.


    “Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard, we need to get Miss Hubbard to the hospital right now!” the Hubbard family’s doctor urged, his voice strained. “If we dy any longer, her life could be in real danger!” He had checked Eloise’s vitals—her pulse was erratic. Another dy could be fatal.


    “Miss Jones says she can cure Miss Hubbard.” Katie spoke up, all too eager to stir the pot. She wanted Christina to sh with the Hubbards. If things went south, Christina’s life would be a nightmare.


    “You’re a doctor?” Vanessa sized Christina up, her voice sharp and full of doubt.


    “Oh, she’s no doctor. She’s just a veterinarian,” Katie chimed in with a smirk.


    “A vet?” Vanessa blinked in shock. Her mouth hung open. “You’re a vet?”


    “I am,” Christina said calmly, giving a small nod. “But I can treat Miss Hubbard.”


    Gasps echoed around the room like thunder. This woman was quite bold—admitting she was a vet, yet she had the nerve to im she could save Miss Hubbard? And right in front of Miss Hubbard’s parents? Was she looking to get beaten on the spot?


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    “No! Absolutely not! I’m not leaving my daughter’s fate in the hands of some veterinarian!” Vanessa snapped, her voice icy. Her daughter was her baby girl—the one she’d cried herself sick over and prayed day and night to see again. No way was she letting a vety hands on her daughter. The pain of losing her once had nearly killed her. She wouldn’t survive it a second time.


    “Miss Jones, maybe you do know how to treat my daughter. But we can’t gamble with her life,” Omar said, his tone firm. He stepped forward to lift his daughter. The family doctor had made it clear—every second mattered. His heart was racing. All he wanted now was to rush his daughter to the hospital.


    “Mr. Hubbard!” Christina stepped in and grabbed his wrist. “If you move her now, there’ll be no saving her!”


    Omar was annoyed at being stopped, but when he met Christina’s determined, clear-eyed gaze, he hesitated. She didn’t seem like she was lying. Still, the doctor had warned them—hospital, now.


    The Hubbard family’s doctor growled, ring at Christina. “Miss Jones, is it? If anything happens to Miss Hubbard, can you live with that? We’re talking about a human life here!”


    Christina hadn’t intended to reveal Eloise’s condition in front of everyone, but if she didn’t exin now, not only would she fail to stop them from moving Eloise, she’d lose any chance to treat her. “Miss Hubbard has been poisoned. The toxin blocks speech, but regr tests won’t catch it. That ‘mark’ on her temple—it’s where the poison settled,” she said, her voice serious.


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