Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 200

Dr. Elena Vance rushed to the bed and began her examination. After a few tense minutes, she turned to him. "Mr. Prescott, this isn't a standard fever. I cannot administer generic medication without knowing the exact compound. We need to draw blood and run a full toxicology screen at the hospital immediately."

Quentin's brow furrowed aggressively. "If I wanted to take her to the hospital, why the hell did I call you here?"

Dr. Vance flinched, bowing her head submissively. "Please forgive me, Mr. Prescott. Let me consult with the Chief of Medicine regarding her exact symptoms. Our board of specialists will find a solution that meets your standards."

Quentin gave a stiff, single nod.

Dr. Vance practically sprinted out of the room to make the call.

Ten minutes later, she hurried back inside.

"Mr. Prescott, based on the consultation, we strongly suspect Ms. Monroe inhaled a heavy dose of a barbiturate hallucinogen. I've already dispatched a courier with the specific antidote. For now, we need to ensure she has maximum airflow. I recommend turning on an oxygen concentrator and utilizing physical cooling methods to drop her core temperature. Once she takes the antidote and sleeps it off, she will make a full recovery."

Dr. Vance was pale and sweating, fully aware that if she didn't fix this immediately, her career in medicine would be violently terminated.

Quentin listened in silence, his sharp gaze cutting through her. He ordered her to stay by the bed and monitor Madeline's vitals, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Feeling like she had just dodged a bullet, Dr. Vance immediately got to work, applying fresh cooling patches, hooking up the oxygen concentrator, and closely tracking Madeline's heart rate and temperature.

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Back at the hotel suite.

The room reeked of the scent of their passion, and the men were drenched in sweat.

Driven entirely by the drug, they had completely lost control.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm shattered the heavy atmosphere.

Liliana, who had been lying there completely unresponsive like a discarded doll, violently jerked awake.

She scrambled to smash the button on the security alarm Madeline had left behind. It had originally been set to summon security to untie her, but now it had just ruined the twisted nightmare she was trapped in.

Liliana sobbed hysterically, screaming a string of vicious curses.

By this point, the incense had burned itself out entirely. The men, parched and exhausted, scrambled around the room, chugging every bottle of water they could find. Liliana was dying of thirst, but not a single one of them cared.

They had drained every bottle in the room. Even the mini-fridge was completely empty. Liliana snatched an empty bottle off the floor, tipping it over her mouth, but it was bone dry. She grabbed another—dry.

They were visibly shaking.

"What the fuck did Sheri do?"

"Seriously! She told us there was a supermodel waiting for us! I can't believe we got stuck with this trash. I'm so fucking pissed."

The "supermodel" they were talking about was obviously Madeline.

The "trash" was Liliana.

Tears of physical pain and absolute humiliation streamed down Liliana's face.

They were disgusted by her?

She completely lost her mind, screaming like a lunatic.

"Don't come in! Don't come in!"