A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 118

“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.”

My stomach twisted, the implications of his words settling over me like a storm cloud. “What about the doctor who said it was just a fever?” I asked, my mind racing. “Shouldn’t they have caught this sooner?”

“That’s something you need to look into,” Edwards replied, his expression darkening. “Whoever that doctor was, they either missed it entirely—which is unlikely given the symptoms—or they’re complicit. You need to consider the possibility that this isn’t the first attempt to harm your family.”

His words struck a nerve, pulling me into a whirlwind of thoughts. My mind immediately darted to Liam, to the ordeal we’d endured with Alex’s chosen hospital. The memory was sharp, vivid, like a splinter lodged deep in my brain. This is starting to feel all too familiar, I thought, dragging a hand down my face in frustration.

Why was this happening again? Why was it always the people we trusted who turned out to be snakes in the grass? Liam’s frail figure flashed in my mind, hooked up to machines in that sterile hospital room. Back then, Raina had insisted on moving him, sensing something wasn’t right. She’d been relentless, and when the truth came out, it was horrifying. The Doctor at the original facility had been working against us. Alex had handled it, I wondered how his story ended. But now... now I couldn’t help but wonder if this was connected somehow.

Raina’s composure cracked further. “He’s dying,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No. That’s not possible. He’s fine. He’s always been fine.”