My Reborn Story Is Insane

Chapter 367 Last Shred of Hope

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Just as Charmaine was about to succeed in touching Emyr's hackside her wrist was muddenly grabbed. In the next instant, the world spin, and she found herself pinned firmly to the beat beneath him

Emy's hot breath brushed against the back of her ear. When Charmaine turned her head, die met his smoldering, dark gaze.

In that brief moment, she saw the raw, hidden desire in his eyes

A shiver ran down her spine, and her heart pounded wildly. Guiltly, the averted her gaze.

D*mn! I had taken the game too far!

Emyr had been holding himself back for too long, his voice husky and rough. "Do you think I'll just let you have your way? That I wouldn't dare to take you right now?"

His heavy breathing sent heat rising to Charmaine's face.

Her wet, glistening eyes darted around before she suddenly dove under the blanket, curling up like a stubborn kid hiding in its shell. "I was just trying to be nice and give you a massage, and now you're mad? Fine! No more massages. Let's sleep!"

Watching her shamelessly play the victim, Emyr was both exasperated and amused. He had no way to deal with her.

Sinnova was right-Charmaine had him wrapped around her finger.

Late at night, Freya and her parents rushed into the hospital just as the doctor stepped out of the emergency room.

"How's my grandma?" Freya's voice trembled as she grabbed the doctor's arm. "She's always been healthy- how could she suddenly start vomiting blood?"

The doctor's face was grim. "She ingested an excessive amount of Libbugroot, which triggered acute liver failure. We managed to stabilize her condition after gastric lavage, but her body was already in a severely weakened state. The prognosis is not good."

"What?"

Dale's tall frame swayed unsteadily, stumbling back a step. His wife caught him just in time to prevent him from falling.

"That's impossible! Grandma has been recuperating at Havenwood. How could she suffer such severe poisoning just from taking the wrong medicine?"

Freya's voice was barely above a whisper, but then her sharp gaze turned to the servants who had brought Agatha to the hospital. Her tone turned ice-cold. "Mrs. White has a personal nutritionist planning all her meals. How could she have consumed something so toxic?"

The moment Agatha started vomiting blood, the servants had been scared out of their wits. Now, with Freya's furious interrogation, they were crying so hard they could barely breathe.

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Chapter 367 Last Shred of Hope

medicine. Mrs. White only took it once before she started vomiting blood..."

Freya's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression twisted with rage. "You idi*ts! Who told you to take Grandma to some quack doctor? Are you trying to kill her?"

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The servants wailed in protest, "No! Mrs. White insisted on going! She said the doctor was a direct disciple of Basil, a highly skilled physician..."

Basil... That means...

A deafening buzz filled Freya's mind. For a moment, she stood frozen in shock.

Then, as realization dawned, she spun around and seized the servant's arm, her grip like a vice. Her voice was terrifyingly sharp. "Who did Grandma see today?" The servant sobbed even harder. "Dr. Robin from Beacon Hospital!"noveldrama

Robin ...

A dreadful thought struck Freya. Without hesitation, she turned and strode away.

In a quiet corner of the hallway, she dialed a number. The moment the call connected, she blurted out, "Did you already make your move?"

Todd sounded surprised. "Ms. White, you already found out?"

That one sentence sent a chill down Freya's spine as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss.

Oblivious to her reaction, Todd continued, "I followed your instructions and secretly altered Dr. Robin's prescription. Coincidentally, one of the patients today was a last-minute substitute, meaning the

prescription didn't go through the hospital system. It gave me the perfect opportunity. I was going to report back once the patient's family raised concerns, but I didn't expect you to find out so soon."

Freya's voice shook. "What did you change?"

"Groot. Dr. Robin originally prescribed Libagroot-it's a strong but non-toxic medicine. I swapped it for Libbugroot. The two are worlds apart. At that dosage, Libbugroot is highly toxic. An elderly person wouldn't be able to withstand it."

He sounded almost pleased with himself, even secretly proud of his cleverness.

But Freya, clutching the phone, felt the last shred of hope she had been clinging to shatter into dust.

Her pupils trembled, and bloodshot veins spread across her eyes.

How ironic.

The prescription Todd tampered with was the one meant for Agatha.

How could this have happened?

She had schemed so carefully, meticulously plotting Charmaine's downfall. Yet in the end, she had doomed the one person who loved her most-her grandmother.