Chapter 785: Chapter 785



Soon, Molly drifted into sleep.

Carefully, Leah laid the sleeping child down.

“Molly’s been resting well lately, nearly twenty hours every day.”

Joelle dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. “I truly admire her, so unburdened and free from worry.”

Leah, seeking to reassure her, said, “Mr. Miller will come through this just fine.”

“We must keep our fingers crossed,” Joelle replied, her tone less certain than before. “You may leave now; I’m going to try and get some rest myself.”

“Alright.”

That night, when dinner was ready, Joelle was noticeably absent from the table.

Concerned, Leah ascended the stairs to check on her, discovering Molly deep in slumber. Despite her efforts, Joelle remained unresponsive. On the nightstand, a small bottle of Paroxetine was found, its cap removed, with half of its pills missing.

In a rush of fear, Leah hurried downstairs, exclaiming, “We need to call the doctor immediately!”

Callan, alarmed, inquired, “What happened?”

“It’s Mrs. Miller; she’s taken her medication again, and it looks serious this time!”

Luckily, the family’s doctor lived just next door.

Callan quickly fetched him, leading him to where Joelle was lying still, unaware of the urgent whispers filling her room.

“I must perform a stomach pump immediately. Please, everyone must leave the room,” the doctor instructed, donning his mask and preparing his medical tools.

After the room had emptied, he rolled up his sleeves and advanced toward Joelle.

After ensuring Joelle wouldn’t wake up, he retrieved a syringe from his bag and advanced once more.

Joelle’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his in a firm stare.

Surprised, the doctor’s hand shook, spilling a few drops from the syringe.

“Have you considered all the consequences?” Joelle inquired, eyeing the masked man, whose eyes were filled with horror.

“It’s a relief to see you’re alright, ma’am.”

Peering at the object in his hand, Joelle asked, “And what might that be?”

The man was sweating. “It’s just an anesthetic.”

“And would you inject that into yourself?”

He looked around, caught off guard by her vigilance. “Did you suspect something from the start?”

“Actually, I just figured it out,” Joelle said as she sat up. “Pretending to be at death’s door was the only way to draw out a snake like you.”

With a sigh, the doctor dropped his hand. “I figured as much. You’ve been faking vulnerability, haven’t you?”

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