Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 239

239–It Was All A Part Of Their Plan 

Nora: 

The doctor pulled his chair near my bed, adjusting it before he sat down. He rested the file under his elbow on his thigh and glanced around at the brothers and Lord Atwood before turning his attention. back to me. 

They were all so concerned for me. I hadn’t had this moment with them. in so long. 

All the complaints I had received from them about not caring for me seemed to fade. They did care, and they showed it yesterday. 

“Nora, right?” the doctor asked, and I nodded. 

“I’m Dr. Peter. I’m the one who handled your case,” he introduced himself with a smile. 

“Thank you for saving my life,” I said. I was genuinely grateful to the brothers and the doctors for their efforts yesterday. When I was rushing downstairs to inform them about the poison in my drink, I honestly didn’t think I’d see another day. 

“I was just doing my job,” Dr. Peter replied. He adjusted his seat again, cleared his throat, and then asked, “So how are you feeling now? Any headaches or nausea?” 

I shook my head steadily and pouted, “None!” 

“Hmm, I see,” he said, lifting his elbow from the file and holding it between his hands before opening it. He then raised his head to look 

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back at me. 

“After you were brought here, we ran some tests to see what was mixed in your drink,” he continued, now also capturing the attention of the brothers. 

“What was it?” Silas asked, as he was familiar with drugs and poisons. and was even a well–known doctor himself, more so than Dr. Peter. 

Dr. Peter tilted his face towards Silas before returning his gaze to me. In a very calming tone, he said, “There was no poison found in your body.” 

I felt as if he were playing some kind of joke on me until he lifted the file and handed it to Silas. 

“Your body is clean, and there are no remnants of poison,” he added. 

I saw Lord Atwood zone out, seemingly unable to comprehend how this was possible. 

“Maybe because I only drank half the glass!” I recalled and quickly mentioned. 

Silas read the test results and showed them to the others with a very confused expression. 

“That’s not how it works. It should have shown up in your tests,” Peter mumbled, the synthetic smile on his lips giving me chills. 

“But how is it possible?” Nash asked Dr. Peter, who stole a glance at me before turning to the brothers. 

“She lied,” were the words that escaped his lips, causing my heart to sink in my chest. Their eyes shifted to me with displeased expressions. 

“But I know I was poisoned,” I stammered, even struggling to convey my truth. 

Tow, 

may I ask?” Dr. Peter turned back to me. 

“They told me,” I replied. 

“They?” he raised an eyebrow, pointing at the brothers, but I hastily shook my head. 

“The girls who poisoned me. They told me I was poisoned,” I said, trying to be honest, but why was everyone looking at me with such disbelief? 

“You mean to say that the girls who wanted you dead told you they had poisoned you, and somehow you didn’t have any poison in your system, but the supposed killer is in worse condition than you are?” he said, making it clear that he did not believe me. 

“I’m sorry, but there isn’t much I can do. She is absolutely fine and doesn’t need to stay in this room. However, I would like to ask if any of you came here with Natalya?” My body flinched at her mention. She had told me I was poisoned, but somehow she had become the victim now? 

“I’m her boyfriend,” Cain said, lifting his head, his jaw clenched as he glared at me. 

“Please come with me,” Dr. Peter said, walking out with Cain. Now, I 

was left in the center of a mess I swear I didn’t start. 

With the brothers and Lord Atwood left in the room, I began to look at everyone, examining their expressions. 

“It was a funeral, Nora!” Nash muttered under his breath, looking 

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displeased with me. I wanted to get Lord Atwood’s attention. 

“I know, and I didn’t do anything,” I quickly started to explain to Lord Atwood, who was refusing to even look my way. 

“Then the doctor must be lying,” Silas grumbled, shaking his head. The way they averted their eyes was clear evidence that they were entirely upset with me this time.