Chapter 7 - The Poisoner's Needle
The following evening, a heavy thunderstorm rattled the stained-glass windows of the Gothic mansion.
Inside the third-floor bedroom, six-year-old Lily lay in her four-poster bed, holding her stuffed bunny against her chest. Clara stood near the window, dressed in her clean French maid dress, her expression calm, steady, and watchful.
The door burst open without a knock.
Selene March walked in, dressed in a sweeping red velvet robe, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a sharp grey suit carrying a leather medical bag—Dr. Harrison.
"Out, maid," Selene commanded arrogantly, waving her hand with utter disdain. "Dr. Harrison needs to administer Lily’s monthly nerve therapy in private."
Clara didn't move an inch. She stepped between Dr. Harrison and the bed, her posture rigid and unyielding.
"Mr. Vale gave strict instructions that I am to remain in this room during all medical procedures," Clara stated clearly.
Selene’s face twisted into an expression of pure rage. "Adrian is currently on a private jet to Chicago! I run this estate in his absence! Get out before I have security throw you out into the storm!"
Dr. Harrison ignored Clara, pulling a glass vial filled with a clear liquid and a heavy syringe from his medical bag. He stepped toward the bed, tapping the glass with a practiced finger.
"This will only hurt for a second, little girl," Dr. Harrison murmured smoothly, raising the needle toward Lily’s exposed arm.
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"Stop right there, Dr. Harrison," Clara commanded loudly, reaching out and grabbing the doctor's wrist with an iron grip. "That vial contains high-dose neurotoxins, not medication!"
👉 Read Part 8 to see the shocking ambush inside the forbidden room.
