The council chamber was steeped in a heavy silence as time crawled by.
Easton and Mr. Harrison sat with their heads bowed, their expressions unreadable, the air around them thick with tension.
Meanwhile, Sinclair reclined in his seat, idly toying with Camilla's slender, delicate fingers.
His strikingly handsome face remained impassive, as though the outcome held no significance to him.
All eyes, however, were fixed on Gina.
Several physicians conducted examinations using various methods—checking her pulse, drawing blood—until suddenly, their expressions shifted.
They exchanged startled glances, hesitation flickering across their faces.
Kiara's eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Well?
Did you find anything?"
Gina's gaze darted nervously, bracing for the verdict.
The others leaned in, waiting.
One of the doctors swallowed hard before speaking cautiously.
"We've detected something."
" Giana...has indeed been poisoned."
