Anna Jadwin's countenance changed drastically.
"Showing signs of poisoning... his life is hanging by a thread. Sir, should we rush back now?"
Thud, a bottle of iodine slipped from Anna Jadwin's hands, and fell onto the floor.
Wayne Bailey grasped her icy-cold hand, issuing a stern order: "Back to the Manor!"
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At the Bailey's Manor, the servants nervously bustled in and out as the doctor stationed beside the bed updated everyone on the patient's status.
The old Master was in high spirits and cheerful during his birthday celebration, but the next day he had a fever. The doctor performed a check, put him on an IV drip, but his fever persisted for days, refusing to subside.
What's more, he was gradually losing his appetite. During dinner tonight, he could only manage a few mouthfuls before he started vomiting incessantly, even frothing at the mouth, and then he collapsed.
