Chapter 7 - The Confrontation
Dr. Harrison walked into the grand estate hall carrying his leather medical bag, his silver hair neatly styled and his posture oozing arrogant confidence.
“Ethan, my dear boy, what is this urgent summons at midnight?” Dr. Harrison asked, adjusting his gold wire-rimmed glasses. “Arthur mentioned something about Noah having a seizure?”
Ethan stood at the foot of the grand staircase, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at the doctor like an executioner.
Beside him stood Claire, holding a sealed glass container with the brown medication liquid.
“There was no seizure, Dr. Harrison,” Ethan announced calmly. “Noah walked eight steps tonight.”
Dr. Harrison’s smile stiffened for a microsecond before he let out a patronizing laugh. “Walked? Ethan, muscle spasms can often mimic voluntary movement in terminal patients. It is a involuntary reflex, nothing more.”
“It wasn't a reflex, Doctor,” Claire spoke up, stepping down the stairs. “He walked across the room using forearm crutches. His cognitive motor control is completely intact.”
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Dr. Harrison’s eyes flashed with anger as he looked at Claire. “And who is this girl? Ethan, why are you letting a maid interfere with high-level medical treatment?”
👉 “She’s not just a maid, Harrison,” Ethan said, stepping down until he was inches from the doctor’s face. “She’s the woman who just exposed your poison.”
