“Your grandfather wasn’t just sick. He was poisoned.” I said to her.
"Poisoned?" she repeated as she looked so surprised.
"Are you sure about that, Ryder" she asked.
I nodded. “This kind of blood is not just from natural illness. It’s a sign of an active toxin in his system. The failure of his organ is due to poisoning. And it’s not just any poison. This is something… more advanced.” I explained to her.
“What do you mean by advanced?” She asked.
“It means the person that did this didn’t just poison him and leave it at that. This type of poison requires constant monitoring and manipulation. It’s being administered in small doses, likely over time, and it’s being controlled closely to keep him right on the edge—alive, but barely.” I explained.
“You mean… someone in this house? Someone
