Perhaps Hadley had not yet reached the most critical stage, but Eric still blamed himself for discovering this horrifying truth far too late to spare her suffering. She had already endured weeks of torment because of it.
His jaw tightened with barely restrained fury as he demanded, “How could this substance have been introduced into her body? What are all the possible delivery methods?”
The doctor paused, carefully considering the options. “The accumulation takes time. Has Miss Pearson been receiving any form of regular medical injections or treatments?”
“No,” Eric replied with emphatic certainty, shaking his head. Tamara provided detailed daily reports about Hadley’s life to Phillips—what she had done, who she had seen, what she had eaten—who then relayed every detail directly to Eric. He possessed complete confidence in this fact. Any medical procedures would have been impossible to conceal from his watchful surveillance network.
“I see. In that case, the substance must have been consumed orally,” the doctor concluded with grim certainty.
Medical compounds had the power to restore health, yet when misused, they became lethal weapons. But Eric knew with absolute conviction that Hadley would never willingly take something so dangerous.
This meant only one thing: someone had deliberately and systematically poisoned her.
Eric’s blood turned to ice, a bone-deep chill coursing through him. Who could be orchestrating such a calculated attempt on Hadley’s life?
“Mr. Scott,” the doctor said hesitantly, “this particular compound is completely tasteless and odorless when dissolved. It could be seamlessly mixed into any food or beverage without detection. If Miss Pearson did not voluntarily ingest it herself, then…” He let the implication hang heavily in the air.
“I see your point. Thank you, doctor,” Eric replied, his voice dropping into a low, menacing whisper that carried the weight of promised retribution. “Phillips, please escort the doctor out.”
“Doctor, if you would follow me, please,” Phillips said, guiding him toward the exit. Within moments, he returned. “Mr. Scott.”
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Eric remained motionless in contemplative silence, his thoughts racing at lightning speed. If the poison had been consumed orally, then the perpetrator had to be someone with intimate access to Hadley’s daily life—someone who regularly handled her meals and drinks.
The domestic staff at the Jewel Avenue residence, Tamara, Chelsey, even the entire cast and crew at her filming location—every individual in her circle had now become a potential suspect.
Tamara herself fell within this dangerous circle, yet Eric knew he couldn’t afford to take any risks, not now.
“Phillips,” Eric spoke at last, his voice edged with deadly resolve.
“Yes, Mr. Scott.”
“I’m placing my complete trust solely in your hands for this matter. Conduct a thorough investigation into every single person in Hadley’s immediate circle. Leave no detail overlooked and no possibility unexamined.”
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