My mouth was agape as I finished reading the email. I couldn't believe what I was reading.
In my past life, the doctors would tell me again and again that they had no idea what the cause of my illness was. They would say they are performing all kinds of tests. Desperately trying to save my life.
And yet here the doctor without needing to perform any tests, hell, without even needing a physical patient, was able to give me possible theories on what had caused it.
Why the hell had the doctors in my past life always said they didn't know? They never once mentioned poisoning to me.
As I contemplated the situation, the only answer I could think of was Diana. Without any evidence, my bias naturally went to her. She is the only person I could think of who would want me dead. It literally made no sense any other way.
