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    At the doctor’s words, both Katelyn and Vincent’s expressions turned grave. A serious look shed in Katelyn’s eyes.


    Despite her expertise in medicine, someone had managed to subtly poison her without any noticeable signs. If it weren’t for the strange sensations in her body, she might have remained unaware.


    This suggested that the poison had likely umted in her system for quite some time without detection.


    The look in Vincent’s eyes was just as cold.


    “First, we’ll have you detoxified here at the hospital, and then we’ll investigate where this poison came from.”


    Katelyn nodded, worry evident in her eyes as she faced Vincent.


    “You should also have your blood tested to see if you’ve been exposed to the same toxin. It’s always wiser to be cautious.”


    Katelyn nced at the toxin test reportid before her, her hands tensing into fists. The poison coursing through her wasn’t ordinary—it was custom-made. This pointed to the culprit likely being someone highly skilled in medicine or proficient in poisons.


    A face shed in Katelyn’s mind. It was a woman, another student of her mentor, who had joined their circle half a year after Katelyn.


    While Katelyn focused on medical skills, this woman had been far more intrigued by the use of poisons. She was remarkably skilled at creating them.


    Eventually, their mentor had banned her from creating any more poisons, which led to a severe rift. After a heated argument, the woman left, and Katelyn hadn’t seen her since.


    She couldn’t think of anyone else but her as a potential suspect.<fnd10b> Th?s chapter is updated by ?ovelFind</fnd10b>


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    Vincent’s expression was deep and frosty. He understood Katelyn’s worries—she feared this attack wasn’t just personal. He might be in danger as well.


    As they awaited the results of Vincent’s blood test, Katelyn pondered every possible scenario that could have led to her poisoning.


    She rarely cooked for herself, mostly relying on food delivery services.


    For the poison to have built up, it had to have been present in something she frequently used.


    Her arm was already attached to an IV drip, administering the antidotes.


    Once Vincent had his sample taken, he joined her, his expression thoughtful as he fixed his gaze on her.


    “Think about it. Could there be anything in your surroundings that might have been tampered with?”


    Katelyn slowly shook her head, a heavy sigh escaping her. “Right now, I can’t think of anything. I’ll look into it when I get home.”


    “Do you carry anything on you regrly, like jewelry or something like that?” Vincent suggested, offering a few possibilities.


    It was unlikely that the food had been poisoned; it was more usible that the poison was hidden in something she always kept with her.


    Katelyn’s eyes widened in realization. She quickly reached into her clothing and retrieved a pendant she never took off. It was a jade lotus, a protective charm her mentor had given her uponpleting her training. She ran her fingers over the smooth carvings of the lotus.


    “If anything’s been tampered with, it’s likely this lotus pendant. But the person who gifted it to me could never mean me any harm,” Katelyn said, her voice firm and resolute.


    Her mentor had always treated her more like a daughter than a student, and she trusted that he would never wish her ill.


    Moreover, she had worn the pendant for years. Had it been poisoned, symptoms would have shown up much earlier.


    Vincent regarded her thoughtfully.


    “Could you take it off for a moment and let me have a look?” he asked softly.


    Katelyn agreed and unsped the pendant she had cherished for so long.


    Vincent examined it carefully, admiring the superior quality of the jade and the meticulous detail of the lotus carvings.


    Such a piece was invaluable, beyond what money could buy, and certainly not something you could find on the market. This alone spoke volumes about the giver’s affection for Katelyn.


    Vincent handed the pendant back to her, his brow furrowed.


    “We should still get it tested, just in case.”


    Katelyn tightened her grip on the pendant, her resolve unwavering.


    “Even if the whole world turned against me, he would stand by me.”


    Her mentor had no motive to harm her. He was a figure of utmost respect in her life.


    Vincent’s tone was gentle as he suggested, “I understand the significance of this jade and its giver to you, but our priority is to trace the source of the poison.”


    The medical report had already warned that the toxin, if not addressed, could cause severe damage to Katelyn’s kidneys and liver.


    Before Katelyn could respond, the ss in the window shattered with a crash, and an object hurtled through it.


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