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Chapter 41 - Poisoning
Author: M. K. Diana
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"What do you mean? Tell me, my husband can still be saved, right?" The baroness's face betrayed an uncharacteristic worry. For years, she had maintained an unwavering composure in every situation, but now her voice quivered with desperation.

“I apologize, my lady. Of course, Lord Quentin can still be saved.” Realizing the alarm his expression had caused, Marc softened his tone and demeanor.

After saying this, Marc withdrew both hands from Thomas's face. At that moment, the baron’s body, which had been sitting upright, suddenly slumped back into the chair. His complexion, while still pale, looked less deathly than before, and his eyes were now closed again.

"We should move Lord Quentin back to his room," Marc suggested. Shortly after, two bodyguards arrived with a stretcher covered in a thick mattress and carefully transported the baron to his bedroom.

"Mr. Belmont, if I may ask, what exactly happened to Lord Quentin?" Outside Thomas’s room, Joshua couldn’t contain his curiosity any lo
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