Chapter 75 - 74 Missing Gland, Ticking Clock
Abigail’s eyes widened at the sight before her. Lucian’s blood-soaked body slumped against the tall, dark-haired stranger who had an air of mystery around him. His sharp eyes held no warmth, only urgency.
Abigail had a lot of questions to ask, but she could already see that Lucian was hanging by a thread. She would wait.
"Inside. Now," Abigail ordered, stepping aside. Her usual sarcastic tone was replaced with sharp control.
The stranger didn’t waste time. He carried Lucian in, his jaw clenched. Olivia trailed closely behind, her hands clenched, mind racing.
Abigail cleared the table in one swipe, gesturing for him to lay Lucian down. The moment he did, she crouched beside him.
Abigail’s brows furrowed deeply as she peeled Lucian’s blood-stained shirt off. Her hands moved fast but precise, her voice low with tension as she examined the wound. The thick scent of metallic blood hung heavily in the room, mixing with the sharp smell of antiseptics.
"This is bad," she muttered, more to herself than to Olivia. Her expression darkened as her fingers hovered over the blackened edges of the wound. "Really bad."
Her hand glowed faintly with green energy as she checked the wound.
Olivia stood still, watching from the corner, her heart pounding louder than ever. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Abigail glanced up, her eyes filled with urgency. "He was poisoned. And not with just anything... this is Veinrot. A rare type. It spreads fast, and shuts down the nervous system before the heart even realizes something’s wrong."
Olivia paced behind her, barely breathing. " But he was stabbed with a blade," she whispered.