The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Poison and Panic

Sloane was gently lowered to the ground, but there was no time to catch her breath. She quickly straightened her clothes and rushed over to Conor. “Commander, what happened?”

Conor took a deep breath, his tone grave. “Sloane… it’s Lucas. Something’s happened to him.”

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All color drained from Sloane’s face. Her heart skipped a beat. She grabbed Conor’s arm, her voice trembling. “Where is he? What happened? Is he okay?”

“He’s at the hospital,” Conor said grimly. “I’ll take you there right away. You’ll have to see for yourself.”

“Okay.”

Sloane raced to the hospital. As soon as she arrived, she saw Samson and the others pacing anxiously outside the operating room.

Madam Tessa was slumped on a bench, her face ghostly pale, her eyes filled with despair. Molly stood beside her, desperately trying to calm her down.

“Ms. Sloane, thank goodness you’re here!” Molly rushed toward her as if seeing a lifeline.

Hearing her name, Madam Tessa jolted upright. She gripped Sloane’s hand tightly, her voice shaking. “Sloane, Lucas has been poisoned… they’re still trying to save him… please, you have to save him!”

Sloane’s heart sank, but she forced herself to stay composed. She gently patted Madam Tessa’s hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll go see him now.”

Without another word, she turned and headed quickly into the operating room.

Inside, doctors were working frantically.

Lucas lay motionless on the surgical table, his skin pale as paper, his breathing barely there. Alarms blared from the monitors–his vitals were crashing fast.

Sloane rushed to his side, pulled on gloves, and scanned his condition with a single look. She placed her fingers on his wrist, checking his pulse. Her frown deepened–his pulse was erratic, the poison had already invaded his organs. The situation was dire.

*Sloane, Mr. Lucas was poisoned with a rare compound. We’ve checked every record we could find, but there’s no known antidote,” said Benjamin, his voice tight with urgency.

Sloane didn’t respond. She opened her bag and quickly pulled out her silver needles, moving to apply them to several key acupoints on Lucas’s body.

Her hands were steady and precise, each needle sliding cleanly into its mark, buying him time by suppressing the spread of the poison.

Without looking up, her voice was calm and icy. “I’m only holding back the poison for now. It’s far too aggressive. If we want to cure him, we need to know exactly what he was poisoned with.”

“I’ve got him,” Benjamin said. “Go do what you have to do. I’ll watch over Lucas.”

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