Chapter 145: you have been poison Taylor

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Chapter 145: you have been poison Taylor Though this was the Taylor residence, Sinclair’s command carried undeniable authority. "Yes!" The Taylor family servants waiting nearby bowed their heads and withdrew without hesitation. In an instant, the parlor was left with only the five of them. Camilla turned to Sinclair, her long, thick lashes fluttering faintly. *Sweetheart always understands me without a word.* "Camilla," Sinclair murmured, his dark eyes narrowing. "Is there something wrong with Taylor’s condition?" The moment those words left his lips, the expressions of the other three shifted instantly. "Sister Camilla," Melissa’s face was etched with anxiety as she rose to her feet, clutching Camilla’s hand with trembling fingers. "Is there something wrong with my brother’s condition?" Her brother was the only family she had left in this world. Since childhood, her greatest fear had been the thought of losing him. It was precisely why she had resisted learning anything about the Taylor family business—hoping that his concern for her would keep him by her side forever. "Melissa," Taylor frowned. "Sit back down." Melissa bit her lip but didn’t move. Camilla gave Melissa’s hand a reassuring pat before turning to meet Taylor’s gaze. "This isn’t an illness. You’ve been poisoned." "Poisoned?!" Taylor stiffened, his eyes locking onto Camilla’s with sharp intensity. How could it be poisoning? His frail condition had been present since birth. Over the years, they had sought countless physicians, yet all of them had said the same thing—that he was born weak, his organs far more delicate than those of others. The only solution was to sustain him with tonics. No one had ever mentioned poison in his system. Yet Taylor knew that Camilla wouldn’t make such a claim lightly unless she was absolutely certain. His mind was in turmoil. Calvin and Sinclair’s expressions darkened instantly. Melissa, on the other hand, stood frozen in place. When she finally spoke again, the tremor of fear in her voice was unmistakable. "Camilla... what kind of poison is it?" She couldn’t fathom who in the Taylor family would dare to poison her brother—or who even had the audacity to try. "I’ll need to confirm before I can tell you exactly what it is," Camilla replied, her voice grave as she met Taylor’s gaze. "I need to insert a few needles into your neck and chest to confirm my diagnosis. Would that be alright?" He had no objections himself—but there was Sinclair to consider. Taylor turned his gaze toward Sinclair. So did Calvin. For anyone else, this wouldn’t be an issue. But with him? That was far from certain. Even Melissa belatedly looked over, her eyes pleading. "Brother Sinclair—" "What?" Sinclair arched a brow, his expression indifferent as he surveyed them. "Are you expecting me to undress him for you?" No need." Taylor understood his friend had consented. He withdrew his gaze and turned to Camilla. "When do we start?" "Now." Camilla retrieved a dark gray needle case from her medical kit and unfolded it deliberately. "First, we’ll need to sterilize these needles." Over a hundred silver needles of varying lengths gleamed before them. "That many" Melissa’s eyes widened, her delicate face a portrait of astonishment. "Are you using all of them?" Wouldn’t her brother end up looking like a pincushion? In contrast, the three men remained remarkably composed. "Not all," Camilla replied. "But most of them will be needed." Taylor nodded, pulling out his phone to make a call. "Serge, come in." Within moments, a young man in a black suit walked in, his plain features carrying an air of earnest simplicity. "Have these sterilized," Taylor handed over the needle pouch. "Remember, no one else is to know about this." "Understood!" Serge gave a solemn nod and turned to leave. "Wait" Camilla spoke up to stop him. "I also need a silver bowl—sterilized as well." For the Taylor family, procuring a silver bowl was hardly a challenge. "Right away!" Serge walked out of the room. "You’ve been coughing more frequently lately, haven’t you?" Camilla gazed at Taylor, speaking slowly. "Even to the point of coughing up blood?" Taylor had intended to keep it hidden, but he knew Camilla wouldn’t give him the chance to evade the truth. With a bitter smile, he nodded. "Yes." Sinclair’s hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly, his brows instantly furrowing. Has Taylor’s condition deteriorated this badly? "Coughing up blood?" Calvin’s face turned icy. "Taylor, why haven’t you mentioned this before" Melissa, on the other hand, looked utterly shocked, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Brother!!" Under the weight of their questioning and concerned gazes, Taylor’s lips curved into a faint smile as he prepared to reassure them. But before he could speak, Camilla’s voice cut through the silence once more. "Persistent dull pain in your internal organs, frequent sleepless nights?" Her voice was soft, yet her tone carried unwavering certainty. "If I’m not mistaken, you haven’t been sleeping well for quite some time, have you?" The moment these words were spoken, the living room fell into silence once more. All eyes turned to Taylor. His hand, resting on the table, clenched tightly into a fist before slowly relaxing after a long pause. "...Yes." It was precisely because he sensed the changes in his body that his actions had grown increasingly bold and ruthless lately. He wanted to settle everything for Melissa before his time ran out. Camilla didn’t press further. Instead, she lowered her gaze, deep in thought about the precise acupuncture technique required. Melissa bit her lip, tears streaming down her face as she glared at Taylor. Taylor looked helpless but had no words to console her. Sinclair and Calvin exchanged a glance but remained silent. The atmosphere in the living room grew heavy once again. Soon, Serge entered the room. He handed Camilla the sterilized silver needles and a silver bowl. After carefully inspecting them, Camilla retrieved two porcelain bottles from her medicine chest. With meticulous precision, she poured two transparent liquids into the bowl in a specific ratio. The liquids blended seamlessly, remaining colorless and odorless—indistinguishable from plain water to the naked eye. Everyone watched Camilla’s movements intently. Unable to contain her curiosity, Melissa finally spoke up. "Camilla, what is this?" "A special formula, developed by my grandfather," Camilla explained. "It will fully reveal the toxins in his system." She then offered the bowl to Taylor. "Drink this, and we can begin."

Chapter 145: you have been poison Taylor

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