The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 1070

Jonah held Hailey's other hand. "What's wrong, Hailey? When I left last night, you were perfectly fine. How could this happen?"

As he spoke, his hand drifted to Hailey's swollen belly. "Our precious baby hasn't even had a chance to see the world! I can't believe this! Hailey, please wake up!"

The doctor reached out, trying to restrain him. "Mr. Pilsner, please don't lose control. I'm afraid the patient has truly passed away. I know this is devastating, but you need to let her go in peace."

Jonah shook his head. "No! Hailey will never leave me like this!"

Standing nearby, Rebecca watched the scene unfold. Ever since Jonah's arrival, she had remained tucked in a shadowy corner.

She didn't want to step forward, because just watching the chaos unfold was enough to satisfy her.

Sure enough, everything was playing out exactly as she had planned. After coming into contact with the poison, Hailey had drawn her final breath.

Rebecca's eyes were fixed on her as she lay unmoving on the stretcher. From the moment she was born, Hailey had lived in the spotlight, adored by all as a prized heiress.

She radiated warmth and kindness, offering love freely and receiving it in return—and that was precisely what Rebecca loathed most about her.

She had long lurked in the shadows, silently observing Hailey's every move. Each trait of Hailey's stoked an envy and resentment that gnawed at her relentlessly.

Rebecca might once have wanted to be like Hailey, but instead, she had become someone consumed by selfishness and greed.

Though she had walked a path of no return, she felt no remorse. Her only goal was to come out on top.

With Hailey dead, her greatest rival was gone. Her best days were about to begin.

Thinking of this, a smug smile spread across Rebecca's lips.

At that moment, Jonah turned to the doctor. "Why did Hailey end up in the operating room? She was perfectly fine before. What exactly happened to her?"

"Mr. Pilsner, the patient was poisoned," the doctor replied.

"Hurry! I want the results as soon as possible. Deliver them to me the moment they're ready!" Jonah said sharply.

"Yes, Mr. Pilsner," the doctor replied.

20 minutes later, he came back, clutching a sealed bag tightly. "Mr. Pilsner, we have the test results."

Jonah held out his hand. "Give it to me!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the doctor passed him the bag. "Here you go, Mr. Pilsner."

Jonah ripped it open and pulled out the test report.

"Mr. Pilsner, what do the results say?" Olivia asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"The tests show that this chicken noodle soup contained a highly toxic poison," the doctor explained. "The patient's death was a direct result of ingesting it, which also explains why all our resuscitation efforts failed."