Chapter 272
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Christina met his eyes without flinching. “Understood. I won’t let anything happen to Miss Hubbard.”
Vanessa opened her mouth to object, but one look at Christina’s calm, steady gaze made her fall silent. Still, her chest tightened with dread. Her heart raced. Eugene and his wife exchanged a glance but kept their thoughts to themselves. Elliott leaned in, his voice laced with worry. “You said Eloise was poisoned. How are you going to save her?”
Christina turned to the Hubbard family’s doctor. “Do you have a scalpel and hemostatic agents in your kit?”
The Hubbard family’s doctor blinked, confused. “A scalpel? What do you need that for?” Was she really about to do bloodletting? Before the thought could settle, she confirmed it.
“I need to drain some of the poisoned blood before it reaches Miss Hubbard’s heart,” Christina said, calm as ever.
The Hubbard family’s doctor exploded. “What? You’re going to bleed Miss Hubbard? Are you out of your mind?” He couldn’t believe his ears.
Guests glanced at each other in disbelief. Whispers broke out.
“What is she trying to pull? Detoxing with bloodletting? I thought she had a real antidote.”
“Did she binge-watch too many hospital dramas or something? She seriously thinks she can just drain poisoned blood like changing engine oil?”
“Maybe someone paid her to sneak in and finish Miss Hubbard off.”
Katie snapped out of her daze, ready to snap at Christina. But then, she paused. If Christina messed up, the Hubbards would deal with her.
Brendon suddenly stepped in, grabbing Christina’s wrist. “Christina, have you lost it? Do you even hear yourself right now?” he hissed.
ga𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝓬𝗼𝗽𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
He didn’t want the Dawson name caught in this mess. But deep down, a part of him couldn’t just watch Christina crash and burn. They had once been married. His heart wasn’t made of stone.
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Christina replied coldly.
Brendon leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Apologize to the Hubbards now, and maybe they’ll go easy on you.”
Christina yanked her arm back. “Focus on your stock shares. This isn’t your fight.”
“You!” Brendon’s concern turned to anger. “Fine! I tried to stop you. When the Hubbard family goes after you, don’t expect me to help you.”
Christina’s glare could freeze fire. “Shut it. Just mind your own damn business.”
Brendon clenched his jaw, his face burning red. Why was she always this stubborn and ungrateful?
Joselyn tugged him back with a glare. “If she wants to crash and burn, let her. Stay out of it.”
Brendon stayed quiet, but his chest felt heavy, like it was full of stone.
Christina turned to Elliott. “You got a scalpel?”
Elliott’s face was etched with determination as he answered, “Yeah. Whatever you need, just say the word.”
Without hesitation, Christina said, “I need a scalpel and hemostatic medication—have them ready. The second I’m done, we’ll get Eloise to the hospital so the wound can be treated properly.”
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