Jerry finished the sentence, his voice hollow, echoing the very words Jonah had just reported.
“Exactly,” Dr. Mike confirmed. “It would look like a tragic sudden cardiac arrest caused by the stress of her supposed condition. Chief, whoever formulated this is a medical professional. This isn’t street poison. This is a masterclass in undetectable murder.”
“Is there an antidote?” Jerry asked, tears of rage and relief finally brimming in his eyes.
“Yes. Because you caught it before the final systemic collapse, we can flush her system with chelating agents. I am dispatching a private medical team to your house right now with the necessary IV drips. She will recover her sight. Chief, your daughter is going to be fine.”
Jerry dropped the phone.
The immense weight that had crushed his soul for six months instantly vaporized, replaced by a searing, white-hot fury.
He looked at Jonah.
The boy had not just warned him. He had single-handedly dismantled a murder plot that would have destroyed Jerry’s entire world.
“Jonah,” Jerry whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion deeper than gratitude. “You saved her. You saved my little girl.”
Before Jerry could say another word, the intercom on his desk buzzed frantically. It was Mrs. Roa.
“Chief, sir, come quickly. Madam Victoria tricked the guards. She broke out of the guest room. She is heading for the front door, and Dr. Helen’s car just pulled into the driveway.”
“Lock down the estate,” Jerry roared into the intercom. “Nobody leaves. Nobody.”
Jerry sprinted out of the study, leaving Jonah under the protection of his personal bodyguard, and stormed down the grand sweeping staircase.
