Chapter 4 - CALLING THE PRIVATE DOCTOR
Marcus reached out with a trembling tattooed hand, gripping the dark opaque glass bottle by its neck.
"Call Dr. Sterling down to the main hall right now," Marcus commanded without looking away from his wife.
One of the senior guards nodded sharply, pulling out his encrypted smartphone to summon the resident physician.
Elena stepped forward frantically, her fingernails digging into the polished mahogany table as she hyperventilated.
"Marcus, please! You're letting a psycho ruin our marriage over some absurd witch hunt!" she pleaded desperately.
"If there's nothing in the bottle, Elena, you have nothing to fear," Marcus replied with terrifying calmness.
The silence in the grand mansion hall grew so heavy that the ticking of the antique grandfather clock sounded like thunder.
Within minutes, footsteps echoed rapidly down the marble corridor as Dr. Sterling rushed into the room carrying his medical kit.
"Mr. Vance? You summoned me urgently?" the doctor asked, panting slightly as he surveyed the tense atmosphere.
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Marcus extended the dark opaque bottle toward the physician without a single word of explanation.
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