Chapter 3 - The Hospital Escort
Within eight minutes, a Boston EMS ambulance sped down the private estate drive with flashing red lights.
Paramedics loaded Julian onto a gurney, monitoring his vital signs while administering high-flow oxygen.
Marcus stood by the library entrance, holding Chloe's small hand while keeping a watchful eye on the perimeter.
"Who put that medical auto-injector on the library desk, Marcus?" Julian demanded from the gurney before the ambulance doors closed.
"Your personal physician, Dr. Aris, left it during his morning checkup," Marcus reported in a low, tense tone.
At Massachusetts General Hospital, emergency room physicians ran an immediate comprehensive toxicology panel on Julian's blood.
"Mr. Vance didn't suffer a simple accidental food allergy," Dr. Sarah Jenkins stated gravely, reviewing the digital lab results.
"Someone intentionally laced his vintage scotch with a synthetic toxin designed to trigger severe anaphylaxis," she revealed.
Julian sat up in his hospital bed, his charcoal grey suit jacket hanging on a nearby chair, his eyes burning with cold rage.
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Someone inside his inner circle had just attempted to assassinate him in his own home.
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