Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 274

Larissa met Draven’s smug gaze with a cold, disdainful smile.

Then the confident look on his face faltered. The situation was this dire, so why wasn’t she panicking?

The doctor’s brow furrowed even deeper. “He’s right,” he said gravely. “In that case, I can only try to save them one at a time.”

At those words, a new wave of panic washed over the victims, including Honora. Each of them prayed they would be the one chosen, not the one left behind.

“Finley…” Honora whimpered, her voice weak as she clutched his arm. “I don’t think I’m going to make it. By the time we get to a hospital… it will be too late for me.”

Her skin, lips, and fingernails were already a deathly shade of purple.

“I won’t let anything happen to you!” Finley vowed, squeezing her hand. He turned to the doctor, pleading, “Doctor, please, save my sister. She’s so young, so talented. She doesn’t deserve to die like this.”

The doctor glanced at Honora, then shook his head. “Her poisoning is too advanced. Treating her will be the most difficult. I must start with those who have been less severely affected.”

He then moved toward a woman who was showing the mildest symptoms.

A shadow fell over Honora’s eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Was she really going to die here, in the prime of her life?

No. She refused to accept this!

Finley, feeling helpless and desperate, suddenly remembered something. He scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on Mr. Lawson from the auction house.

“Mr. Lawson!” he shouted. “You said you know the poison expert! Can you call her? Ask her to come immediately, or at least ask for a quick antidote!”

Mr. Lawson glanced at Larissa. The poison expert was standing right here, but since Larissa hadn’t made a move, he knew she had her reasons. He couldn’t act on his own.

Torrin, still clutching the tattered remains of his rose bouquet, chimed in, “Why are you even questioning her? Larissa knows more about medicine than you’ve had dinners!”

Finley was speechless.

A jolt of alarm went through Draven. Larissa can cure them? Was that why she’d been so calm this whole time?

“Since I can control these creatures, it stands to reason that I know how to cure their venom,” Larissa said confidently. “If you trust me, I can begin treatment immediately.”

Instantly, one of the poisoned guests pleaded weakly, “I… I trust you, Ms. Judson. Please… help me.”

“Me too… I trust you,” another gasped.