The Poison Hidden Within the Medicine
As he walked out of the room, the members of the Ashbourne Household were already waiting anxiously outside.
The corridor had fallen into complete silence.
Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward Julian the moment the bedroom door opened.
Some were hopeful.
Some were nervous.
Others simply waited for his verdict.
Among them, Zyan Ashbourne was the first to step forward.
Wearing an expression of concern that looked flawless on the surface, he hurried over and asked,
"Young Master Julian, you're out already. How is my father's condition?"
His voice sounded sincere enough to fool almost anyone.
His brows were knitted together in worry, and his hands were clasped tightly before him like a devoted son praying for his father's recovery.
Julian looked at him calmly before smiling.
"I've already had the ointment applied."
"The remaining toxin only needs to be flushed out."
