“Your grandfather’s condition is more serious than we initially thought,” Edwards began. “This isn’t a fever.”
Raina’s sharp intake of breath mirrored my own shock. “What do you mean it’s not a fever?” she demanded, her voice cracking. “He was fine yesterday!”
Edwards adjusted his glasses, his face grave. “We believe your grandfather has been poisoned.”
“Poisoned?” The word exploded from me, disbelief and anger lacing my tone. “How is that possible? He hasn’t been—”
“Dominic,” Edwards interrupted, his calm demeanor doing nothing to soothe my rising panic. “It’s a slow-acting poison. It doesn’t show symptoms right away, which is why it can be so dangerous. But the signs are clear.”
Raina turned to me, her face pale as if all the blood had drained from it. “Poison? Who would... How could—”
I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching at my sides. “Are you sure? How can you even—”
“We’ve run initial tests,” Edwards replied, his tone steady but firm. “His bloodwork suggests exposure to a substance we’ve seen in similar cases. We’re running further tests to confirm.”
Raina’s voice shook as she asked, “Can Grandma see him?”
Edwards hesitated, glancing between us. “Yes, but only for a short time. He’s weak, and we don’t want to risk overexerting him.”
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