Taylor was taken aback by the girl’s persistence, her mind drifting to her own beloved daughter.
"My sister’s a doctor. She’ll take care of you."
Upon hearing Clark’s words, both Taylor and Logan were taken aback—especially Logan, who paused his cleaning of the broken glass, disbelief evident in his eyes.
The girl looked young, probably a high school student. How could she already be a doctor?
"Where’s the first aid kit?" Rosemary politely asked again.
"There are so over-the-counter dicines in the first drawer to the left of the TV stand."
The house was rented, so they didn’t have a proper first aid kit, only a few scattered dications.
Rosemary took out what she could use and cleaned the wound with practiced ease, causing Taylor to stare in amazent.
"This might sting a bit. Try to bear with it." Rosemary disinfected the wound and began to treat it.
Taylor watched the girl working diligently, and she was once again reminded of her daughter.
When she first opened the door, she saw a cool and aloof young girl standing there. For a brief mont, she thought that this young girl resembled her Carol.
But she had to admit, this girl was even more beautiful than Carol.
Her eyes and her features were faultlessly perfect.
And looking at Clark, the whole family’s appearance and deanor were far above ordinary people.
Even though Carol had never ntioned those siblings, judging from their behavior and manners, their family background seed far from ordinary.
"All done. Try to keep it dry for now," Rosemary quickly tidied up the area.
Seeing that the siblings ant no harm and were considerate towards them, Taylor felt a warmth in her heart.
By then, Logan had also finished cleaning up the kitchen ss and brought two glasses of water to them. Seeing how Rosemary had skillfully treated his wife’s wound, his guard against them relaxed considerably.
"I realized we haven’t asked for your na yet." Taylor knew that the girl’s brother was nad Clark, but she didn’t yet know the girl’s na.
"My na is Rosemary Collins."
Taylor nodded, turning to her husband and said, "Rosemary just ntioned that what Carol ate earlier might not have been vitamin C, but a potent poison."
Upon hearing that, Logan was dumbstruck. He turned to Rosemary and wanted her to explain the situation.
"How can you be sure it’s a potent poison? Have you seen it before?"
"We’ve tested it," Rosemary explained. "This powder is extrely toxic, made from sixteen poisonous herbs. If ingested by a healthy person, it would lead to imdiate death."
Like the lab mice in her laboratory, who died on the spot after licking the powder.
She didn’t even have enough ti to attempt a rescue.
"Are you sure of this?" Logan asked with a trembling voice.
Rosemary nodded in agreent. "Absolutely."
"But if the poison is so potent, why didn’t anything happen to Carol after she took it?" Logan asked, still in disbelief.
"We suspect she might have been poisoned and needed another type of poison to counteract it. But this process would be extrely painful."
Rosemary told them everything she knew.
"This poison cannot fully detoxify the body. So, we also suspect that there might be no antidote for the poison in her body, forcing her to rely on this toxic powder to prolong her life."
"No, that’s impossible." Logan couldn’t believe it. His daughter—poisoned and relying on another poison to survive? She’d never ntioned anything like that to them!
"So, I wanted to ask if you’ve ever seen Carol consuming anything from a vitamin C bottle before?"
"That was over a year ago," Taylor confessed. "Around last sumr, I accidentally saw her pouring powder from the bottle into her water. I asked her what she was taking, and she casually replied that it was an iron supplent for skin whitening. Later when I was cleaning, I saw that the bottle was labeled as vitamin C, so I didn’t think much of it back then."
If their daughter was poisoned, how could she possibly appear so calm and carefree?
The process of using poison to counteract poison, the girl had said, was extrely painful.
After swallowing the deadly powder, how could her daughter still smile at her so beautifully and gently?
Rosemary’s eyes deepened. "Last sumr, when Carol was still seeing my brother."
"Rosemary also ntioned that a group of people are looking for Carol," Taylor brought it up again to her husband.
Logan was sowhat skeptical, looking at the girl in front of him. "How do you know all of this?"
Rosemary did not hide anything from them. She told them everything she had heard from the neighbors and how she climbed over the wall into their house.
Logan and Taylor were initially a bit angry because that girl had barged into their house uninvited.
But when they heard that their house was filled with caras and listening devices, and that the group of people ca knocking on their door as soon as the girl removed the devices...
They were shocked, but at the sa ti, they were relieved.
Thank God Carol didn’t go back, otherwise she would have fallen into the hands of those villains.
"Rosemary, you were not hurt, were you?" Taylor asked again.
If Rosemary was hurt because of that, the couple would feel terribly guilty.
"No," Rosemary said truthfully. "But those people said Carol was a traitor, so I guess she might have wanted to stay with my brother and didn’t want to bring danger to you. Maybe she wanted to leave the organization completely, so she was forced to swallow the poison. The poisoning process was very painful, so she had to maybe use another strong poison to counteract it. Maybe to save her life!"
Hearing his sister’s analysis, Clark suddenly rembered.
"Last sumr, I gradually lost contact with Carol. When I asked her, she always said that she was busy. I didn’t take it to heart. Sotis when we finally got a chance to eat out, she would go to the restroom for a long ti, and she would look a little pale when she ca out of there."
"What did she say then?" Rosemary curiously asked.
"She said she had a stomach bug, or she told that she was on her period. In any case, her reasons were different each ti.
Sotis when we went shopping, she would suddenly say that she didn’t feel well and didn’t want to continue anymore."
Thinking back on those things, Clark asked in disbelief, "Could it be that at that ti, the poison was already affecting her, and she couldn’t hold on—"
Hearing that, Rosemary nodded. "It’s entirely possible. Alternatively, she might have had a bottle of vitamin C with her. When the poison started to take effect, she would hide in the restroom and take it, trying to use poison to counteract the poison. But the process is very painful, so she couldn’t hold on and told you she wanted to go ho and rest."
Clark clenched his fists. Thinking of those two possibilities, he wished he could punch his past self! How could he have been so stupid not to realize that Carol was hiding sothing from him!
When Taylor and Logan heard that, they kept shaking their heads.
"No, no way. Carol has never hung out with any shady people since she was a child, let alone join any organization!"
Logan believed that his daughter was not stupid. If an organization was dangerous, why would his daughter even take the risk of joining it?
"I know Carol. Even if the organization offered her a lot of benefits, she would reject that offer," Mr. Earwood pounded his chest in assurance.
Rosemary asked calmly, "Since she was a child? Didn’t Carol grow up in an orphanage?"
Hearing that, Logan and Taylor were taken aback. Yes, they had adopted Carol from an orphanage.
But—
Carol was just a few years old at that ti!
"Your assumption is invalid," Logan waved his hand, denying it repeatedly. "When we brought Carol ho, she was so young—just a little timid at first."
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