THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 705

[Daisy should be completely cured by now, so why would she suddenly have a seizure? Is she just messing with us?]

[Maybe it really is just a joke.]

[If something actually happened to Daisy, it would mean Freya was telling the truth. But how could Professor Smith plagiarize her formula? It's impossible, I don't believe it!]

[I don't believe it either. Daisy must be trying to mock Freya!]

The comments in the chat flew by, one after another, but Daisy showed no sign of waking up or clarifying the situation.

[Daisy, get up! If you don't, we're going to have to call an ambulance for you!]

[Oh my god, I think something really has happened to Daisy.]

[Miss Gonzales's prophecy came true!]

[Can anyone make an international call?]

[...]

Soon, someone dialed Valerium's emergency number.

With no traffic late at night, the ambulance arrived quickly. Emergency personnel broke down the door and rushed to Daisy's bedroom.

The livestream was still running.

It wasn't until they lifted Daisy from the bed that the viewers saw the horrifying reality.

Daisy was coughing up blood, her features contorted in a violent seizure. The whites of her eyes were showing, and she looked like she was on the verge of death.

It was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

[Me too! I came from another stream as well. Almost all the streamers who took Smith's miracle drug are having seizures! And today was the last day of medication for all of them. If it were just Daisy, you could call it a coincidence. But with so many people having seizures at the same time, can you still call it that?]

[Smith is nothing but a shameless thief! Not only did he steal Miss Gonzales's formula, but he also manipulated us and twisted the truth!]

[Disgusting! He's a disgusting person!]

[Miss Gonzales is our savior!]

[Thank you, Miss Gonzales!]

[...]

Soon, Daisy was lifted onto a stretcher. Someone grabbed the phone from the corner, and the livestream was cut off.

At the same time, at the Sterling residence, Old Mrs. Sterling didn't even remember how she got to the garden. The short walk of a few hundred yards felt like an eternity. She stumbled and fell several times, but each time she scrambled back up and kept running. A path that usually took only a few minutes to walk felt impossibly long.