However, the deeper his affection for the child, the more I felt the urge to cry.
I regretted letting my daughter stay outside too long.
Abby was still so young, needing her fatherâs and familyâs protection.
Suddenly, the emergency room door swung open after what seemed an eternity.
I froze for a moment before standing abruptly and approaching the doctor.
âHow is she? Is Abby okay?â
But the doctor looked grave and said, âThis isnât a simple fever.
Sheâs been poisoned, and itâs a strong one.
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When I heard the news, my legs became so weak that I nearly collapsed.
Tears streamed down my face instantly.
Turning to Caleb, I murmured, âPoisoned⦠Abby is poisonedâ¦â
Caleb quickly supported me, his expression hardening in an instant.
âHow is the baby? What kind of poison?â
The doctor responded, âThe situation is quite serious, but itâs not life-threatening.
Weâre currently detoxifying her.
Please, try not to worry.
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Relieved by these words, Caleb and I both let out a sigh of relief.
The doctor then added, âThis poison is unusual.
Its primary effect is to induce fever.
Without timely detoxification, the victim dies within three days.
Luckily, one of our specialists has extensive experience with this toxin.
Heâs managed to save several people exposed to it, which helped us quickly determine your child was poisoned.
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Upon hearing this, I was overwhelmed by sadness and anger.
My child had been kidnapped and poisoned.
It seemed that my previous tolerance and inaction had encouraged these culprits to harm my child so boldly.
Seeing my distress, Caleb squeezed my hand and asked the doctor, âHow is this poison typically administered? Can you determine when the child was poisoned?â
Calebâs voice was calm yet tinged with barely concealed rage.
I was aware of his fierce and decisive nature when confronting enemies.
This time around, I was resolutely by his side.
I refused to see him as heartless.
Instead, I felt a reassuring safety knowing that Caleb was there to protect the child and me.
He provided us with a feeling of security.
The doctor paused briefly, glanced at Caleb, and said, âThis poison originates from the witch clan.
Itâs usually administered by ingestion or injection.
However, we found no needle marks on the childâs body, suggesting the poison was likely ingested.
We need to conduct more tests.
Could you both please wait a little longer?â
âWeâll wait as long as it takes.
Just make sure sheâs safe,â Caleb responded, clenching his teeth.
The doctor nodded seriously and then returned to the emergency room.
I looked at Caleb with unease and asked, âWho do you think is trying to harm Abby and me? Could it be Veronica and Shirley?â
Before Caleb could reply, I heard fast-paced footsteps from the other end of the hallway.
I turned to see Andrew, Shirley, and Addy hurrying towards us.
Seeing them only brought a wave of disgust.
I no longer talked to Andrew with any warmth, Instead, I asked him sharply, âWhat are you doing here?â
Andrew replied with concern, âI came to check on Abby.
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I replied with a sneer, âThe doctor has assessed Abbyâs condition and is treating her accordingly.
Caleb and I will be staying here.
Thereâs nothing for you to do.
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