Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Drop
“She doesn't need to be trained to hold a tray, Doctor,” Grant replied smoothly, taking his seat back in the leather chair, his dark eyes unblinking as he faced forward.
Victoria stepped closer to the desk, her eyes narrowing as she studied Hannah’s calm, composed face. She sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what had changed in the dark room.
Dr. Hale uncapped the brown glass bottle, filling a glass dropper with the clear liquid.
“Tilt your head back, Grant,” Dr. Hale instructed, stepping up to the billionaire’s chair. “These new drops will help ease the nerve inflammation.”
Hannah stood right beside the silver tray. As Dr. Hale brought the dropper toward Grant’s open eye, Hannah made a sudden, intentional stumble, knocking her arm into Dr. Hale’s elbow!
CRASH!
The glass dropper slipped from his hand, shattering onto the dark wood floor! The clear liquid splashed across the polished floorboards, sizzling softly as it reacted with the varnish.
Victoria gasped in anger. “You clumsy idiot! Do you have any idea how expensive those imported drops are?!”
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“I am so sorry, ma'am!” Hannah cried out, quickly dropping to her knees with a cloth from her apron, secretly soaking the liquid into a sterile gauze pad hidden inside her palm.
👉 Dr. Hale stared down at Hannah with venomous suspicion, realizing the maid’s 'clumsiness' was far too precise to be an accident.
