The young Master's little prey

Seeing her again

CHAPTER 14

The theater door slid open, and out stepped Dr. Timothy Devalor, a figure who radiated a mixture of authority and aloofness, prompting a worried Davis to spring to his feet. With a pair of medicated glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, Dr. Devalor conveyed a terse message: “She is safe for now; no internal injuries were found, and the nurses are tending to her wounds.” His tone was detached, almost clinical, leading Davis to sense that there was more beneath the surface.

Davis, anxious for more information, looked intently at the doctor, who seemed poised to leave until he paused, turning back as if compelled by some unspoken bond. The way he walked—heavy with gravitas—could have made a lesser man buckle, but Davis remained resolute, knowing Timothy too well. As Dr. Devalor adjusted his glasses, the subtle gesture only heightened the butler's unease.

“Have you been taking note of what Elizabeth takes in lately?” the doctor probed.

“Of course,” Davis replied instantly, defensively. He was acutely aware of the scrutiny surrounding his involvement with Elizabeth, the first lady of the household, especially given his history ,he had been sent off with Elizabeth after marriage and he had gone from being her personal body guard to being her butler. Even the rats and ants that scuttled through the Wilson residence could feel the tension that came from him whenever the first lady and her daughter were mentioned.

Dr. Devalor's expression shifted as he divulged, “There are some unsettling changes in her bodily systems. They’re slight but noticeable. She has been consuming something harmful to her health.” He watched closely as disbelief washed across Davis’s face.

“She is in a coma right now,” Dr. Devalor confirmed, noting the butler's reaction with a hint of amusement. It was no secret to him that Davis cared deeply for his sister, which perhaps explained why their father had sent him to be with her even after Elizabeth had married Robert and severed her ties with the family.

“We’ll be taking her blood for tests,” the doctor added, his voice deepening with seriousness. “It’s up to you whether to inform the elder about this.”

His warning was clear: “You know he won't react kindly to it if anything happens to Betty while under your watch.” The weight of Timothy’s words bore down on Davis like a heavy shroud, propelling him onto a nearby bench as he wrestled with despair.

Every moment ticked away, amplifying his fear: if Elizabeth had indeed been poisoned, the list of potential culprits was a grim one. Davis gritted his teeth, frustration and fury coursing through him as he swiftly reached for his phone, intent on contacting the lady’s husband.

The choreography of dread and frustration swirled around him—a toxic mix orchestrated by unseen hands. The question loomed large: how had they let it come to this? Could they trust anyone in this web of secrecy and suspicion? As he dialed Robert’s number, the urgency in his heart mirrored the storm building in his mind. Something sinister was afoot, and he would not rest until he uncovered the truth behind Elizabeth's condition.

After relaying details about Elizabeth's accident to Robert, he ended the call and promptly reached out to the elder. Having ensured Elizabeth was removed from the accident scene, his first priority was to inform the elder. The old man had been so furious when he first got the news about Elizabeth that he sent out a few of his men to find the truck driver no matter what. He also contacted his eldest son, a doctor, to attend to his younger sister, who had been admitted to a nearby upscale hospital.

“What news do you have, Davies?” the elder asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“She did not sustain any internal injuries; her wounds are currently being treated,” Davis reported.

The elder breathed a sigh of relief at the initial report. “Is she conscious?”

“She is still unconscious... and in a coma,” Davis hesitated before delivering the grim news, sensing the unease in the air even before the elder's reaction.

“COMA!” The elder’s voice boomed, startling his men who were taking away the dead bodies that were at the place he was. He shot them a fierce look, urging them back to their work. Davis, feeling the weight of the situation, pressed on cautiously.

“That’s not the worst part,” he said, pausing again as anxiety washed over him. He feared the elder's reaction more than his own safety, but Elizabeth's well-being was at stake.

“I am not a very patient man, Davis. Spill it,” the elder commanded.

“According to Timothy, it appears someone may have been poisoning Elizabeth.” A heavy silence followed, amplifying the tension in the conversation.

“Have you contacted the boy?” the elder asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

“Yes, sir, he’s on his way,” Davis assured him.

“Make sure no one from that household gets near my daughter,” the elder ordered firmly. “And Judith, arrange for her to be taken to the hospital tomorrow. Her blood should be tested as well.”

The elder ended the call, allowing Davis to exhale a breath he had unconsciously been holding. He pulled out his tablet and activated the tracking device to check on Judy’s location. Finding that her phone was still at the Wilson residence, he closed the tablet, believing that the young woman was safe and at home.

However, the two men Davis could have sent to get Judith the next day—Jude and Kito—were currently on a mission for the elder. It seemed he would have to take it upon himself to retrieve Judy the next day.

The situation was increasingly dire. The elder's protective instinct for his family was evident, shown by his immediate response to ensure that no one connected to the household could jeopardize his daughter’s recovery. Instead, he opted to take further measures to safeguard Elizabeth and his family, indicating the seriousness of the threat of poisoning and the need for immediate actions regarding both Elizabeth and Judy. Time was of the essence, and he couldn't risk any further complications in their precarious situation.