Chapter 153
Dr. Evans stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Poisoning?" he repeated, his voice trembling. "What are you talking about?"
I turned to Armand, my gaze unwavering, carefully choosing my words. "That night... at the event... do you recall your father feeling unwell, Mr. Armand?" I asked, phrasing it as a question to him, rather than an outright statement of fact to Dr. Evans.
Armand's brow furrowed, and a flicker of understanding crossed his face. "Yes," he said slowly.
Then he stepped forward, his expression grave. "Doctor Evans," he said, his voice firm but controlled, "that night, at my residence, my father collapsed. The initial assessment focused on cardiac issues, but Dr. Alayna quickly realized it was something else."
"Yes," I nodded, adding my confirmation.
