Chapter 5 - Dr Malcolm Voss Is Summoned For Emergency Questioning
Before Naomi could insert the flash drive into the bedside laptop, the heavy oak door swung open with an abrupt, loud crash.
Dr. Malcolm Voss strode into the master suite wearing a crisp charcoal suit, holding his medical bag like a shield against the tension.
“I was alerted by the downstairs security desk that an ambulance was called to the estate,” Dr. Voss announced with practiced clinical concern.
“How is my primary patient doing? Did someone fail to administer her evening respiratory stabilizing medication again?” the doctor asked smoothly.
Naomi turned her gaze toward the physician, remembering the two unauthorized visits he had made to the estate earlier that same week.
“She didn't miss her medication, Doctor. She was nearly suffocated with a feather pillow less than ten minutes ago,” Naomi corrected coldly.
Dr. Voss blinked behind his wire-rimmed glasses, a momentary flash of panic crossing his features before he recovered his professional mask.
“That is a preposterous accusation! Mrs. Vale’s lungs are simply fragile due to her lingering post-pneumonia complications,” Dr. Voss asserted firmly.
“Is that why her oxygen levels were intentionally dialed down on the bedside regulator this morning, Doctor?” Naomi asked quietly.
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Dr. Voss stepped back toward the door, stammering apologies about patient confidentiality and emergency protocols as Adrian stared him down.
“Nobody leaves this room,” Adrian ordered his security guards stationed in the hallway, his voice ringing with absolute, terrifying finality.
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