"What... what's happening?"
Camille Wynn went white in an instant, panic flooding her face.
"Boris, you have to do something!"
"Don't panic. Let me take a look." The man posing as Boris Marsh wore a grave expression. He rushed forward and fumbled through an examination, then let out a helpless sigh.
"The parasitic toxin in Mr. Shay's body is simply too aggressive. The fact that I managed to keep him hanging on this long is already a miracle." He shook his head slowly. "You should... start making arrangements."
"What? Arrangements?"
Everyone in the room went numb. The words hit like a thunderclap. If even Boris said the case was hopeless, then Tuck Shay was surely done for.
"How can this be?" Camille crumpled to the floor as if struck by lightning, overwhelmed with grief. If Tuck wen
