Joaquin slammed him to the ground with a force that made Andrew grunt with pain.His foot hovered over Andrew’s hand, the tension in the room was palpable, ready to crush it completely. His breath came in heavy, controlled bursts as his anger surged through him. Just as he was about to press down, a voice shouted from the door.“Joaquin! Stop!”Joaquin froze, his eyes darting toward the voice. Serena stood in the doorway, her face a mask of stern authority.“Let him go! Now!” she ordered, her tone unwavering.Andrew, seizing the opportunity, gasped for air, his voice barely audible as he wheezed, “Help... Help! Someone—”Mikyla, standing by, quickly stepped forward. “Joaquin, are you completely out of your mind? Let him go! You’re going to ruin everything!”Serena’s gaze shifted from Joaquin to Andrew, then back. “Joaquin, this isn’t you. Stop this madness!”But Joaquin wasn’t done. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on Andrew’s wrist tightened, unyielding. “He assulted my sister!

In the quiet hum of the car, Joaquin sighed deeply and turned to his sister, Jasmine. "I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess today. You didn’t deserve any of it."Jasmine glanced at him with a gentle smile. "You’re my brother. You don’t have to apologize for standing up for me." She paused, her voice softening. "But you have to take care of yourself too. If things don’t work out at the hospital, it’s not the end of the world. You can find another path."Joaquin nodded, though his jaw tightened. He knew she was right, but the thought of leaving behind the career he had worked so hard for wasn’t easy.Jasmine hesitated before adding, "And Mikyla... she’s not the same person anymore. You deserve someone who values you for who you are, not what they can gain from you."He let her words sink in, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "I’ll think about it," he promised. "And I’ll be home early for dinner tonight."Jasmine nodded.Joaquin watched her disappear inside, then turned to Rick,

"If I’m being honest... this looks terminal. Whatever’s happening to you, it’s progressing fast. I’d estimate you have less than seven days—maybe less."Rick’s glare darkened. "Watch your mouth, doc. Do you realize who you’re talking to?"Miguel lifted a hand, his voice calm but commanding. "Let him finish."Joaquin hesitated but pressed on. "I think you’ve been poisoned. This isn’t an ordinary illness. From everything I’ve observed, this points to a rare and lethal compound snake venom.""Snake venom?" Miguel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone remained even.Joaquin nodded. "It’s not just any venom, either. It’s engineered to act slowly, making it difficult to detect until it’s too late. Tell me—when did the symptoms first appear?"Miguel’s gaze drifted for a moment before he answered. "The first six months were... normal. I didn’t feel anything unusual. Then came the abdominal pain. At first, it was mild, manageable.""And after that?" Joaquin prompted.Miguel leaned back,