Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 191: Helpless 

Rufus's POV:

"Ferrill, can you find out what kind of poison it is?" I asked in a low voice.

Ferrill stared at the test data on the report with distress.

"Not right now.The poison was only found in close proximity to the wound.Blood samples from other parts of her body proved to be normal." I frowned deeply.

"So the poison invaded her body from the wound?"

"Yes." Ferrill nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Most likely from something that could be in close contact with the wound.Did Miss Todd interact with anyone else during this period of time?"

"No, she's been with me this whole time."

From the time I rescued Sylvia in the forbidden forest to the poison that attacked her today, she had never left my sight, unless she had already been poisoned before she made it to the forbidden forest.

"What are the side effects of being poisoned with aphrodisiac?" I suddenly asked.

Ferrill glanced at me in surprise.

"There are only a few kinds of aphrodisiac.As long as it is relieved in time, there shouldn't be any long term effects.Why do you ask? Has Miss Todd ever been poisoned with aphrodisiac?" Ignoring his question, I asked him to leave.

Since the aphrodisiac wasn't the culprit, she must have been poisoned even earlier.

The only thing that could've come in contact with her wound was her clothes.

On the day Sylvia was rescued, she was wearing the school uniform.

But she needed to change her clothes because they had gotten tattered.I recalled asking Maya to discard of them.

Thinking about this, I sent for Maya.

Fortunately, she hadn't gotten rid of the clothes just yet.I immediately ordered her to have the clothes tested by the doctors.

Sure enough, the test results confirmed my suspicion, which made my heart sink to my stomach.

The clothes were indeed stained with chronic poison.

If she had worn it every day, the poison would've penetrate into her body through the skin, causing her to weaken slowly, until her heart stopped beating.

She could've died.

After the poison invaded the body, even the most advanced medical equipment wouldn't be able to detect it.

If it weren't for the fact that her wound had come into contact with her clothes, the poison would not have attacked ahead of time.

In that case, everyone would've chalked her death up to natural causes.

No one would've suspected that it was actually murder.

What a smart and vicious means of killing.

"The toxin is unknown and it decomposed quickly.It can make the blood thicken, causing it to flow slowly, resulting in insufficient blood supply in the heart.Consequently, the functions of the organs would have gone out of control." All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

The doctors discussed the results with me.

I listened calmly and expressionlessly.

"Her airway has already been severely convulsed.If things go on like this, I'm afraid there will be no way for her to recover—"

Hearing this, I kicked the chair away.

It flew and crashed against the wall.

A hush fell over the room as all the doctors lowered their heads, trembling with fear.I took a deep breath and smoothed my hair.

"Give me the results in an hour."

"It will take some time to develop the antidote," Ferrill said hesitantly.

An old doctor had nudged him forward, urging him to say something.

He adjusted his glasses nervously and added, "We've never encountered such a poison before.Give us a little more time.We have no clue what's going on right now."

"No clue?" I echoed coldly.

"Do you think she still has the time to wait for you to develop the antidote?"

The temperature in the room dropped a hundred degrees and the doctors before me all shivered.

They were all experts at the top of their respective medical professions, but now they were telling me that there was nothing they could do.

What a joke! I didn't have the patience to continue listening to their rambles, so I stormed out of the meeting room.

"Rufus, where are you going?" Omar asked worriedly.

"What should we do?"

"Find out who's behind this," I answered curtly, walking towards the ward.

"Could it be Flora?" Omar speculated.

"After all, only those who live together can find the opportunity to use such a poison..."

"I don't want to suspect her." I cut him short.

"Sylvia trusts Flora."

"But what if it was really her?" Omar whispered anxiously.

"That's why I'm going to ask her myself," I answered in a low voice.

"I've already sent for her."