Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 273

At Larissa’s words, the uninjured guests seemed to snap out of their trance.

“She’s right! We need to get them help immediately!”

“This is no time to be assigning blame!”

The poisoned guests, though they agreed wholeheartedly, were too weak from the venom to speak. Their bodies were wracked with pain, and they could only manage weak groans in response.

“There’s a time and a place for everything,” Larissa stated, her voice steady and authoritative. “Whether or not I summoned these creatures is a matter we can address later. The priority right now is treating the injured.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Haskell added, his expression serene, “I promise that after the victims have been treated, I will give everyone a satisfactory explanation for tonight’s disturbance.”

Just then, a distinguished, elderly man—a renowned figure in the medical community—stepped forward.

“I will perform emergency treatment on the victims now,” he announced. “Then we can transport them to the hospital.”

One of the victims, his face a dark shade of purple, trembled as he struggled to lift a heavy arm. “Doctor,” he rasped, “please, help me first…”

“Please, save me…”

A chorus of desperate pleas filled the air.

Honora’s face was twisted in agony, sweat beading on her forehead. She bit down hard on her lip, but a pained moan still escaped.

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