The study was quiet, the air thick with unspoken tension.
"Miss Rodriguez," Taylor's voice broke the silence, his tone measured yet carrying an undercurrent of gravity.
His clear eyes fixed on her with an intensity that belied his calm exterior.
"I have two questions, and I hope for honest answers."
"Of course," Camilla nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a composed smile.
"Also, just call me Camilla."
When asking for help, it was always better to close the distance—politeness could sometimes be a barrier.
"Alright."
Taylor's expression remained composed, but his voice took on a heavier note, as if weighing each word carefully.
"The Taylor family has consulted countless renowned doctors over the years—both Eastern and Western medicine experts.
Yet not a single one ever mentioned poison as a factor."
His gaze sharpened, dark and unfathomable, like the depths of a still lake hiding unseen currents.
