Chapter 332

Dominic slammed the phone down with a thunderous expression, his knuckles white from gripping the device too tightly. Without another word, he stormed out of his office.

Sleeping pills weren’t something just anyone could get their hands on.

Where had these come from?

The moment the black Rolls-Royce pulled into the driveway, Mrs. Wilkins immediately ushered Sophia back to her room.

When Dominic strode into the living room, Mrs. Whitaker silently handed him the medical report.

"You took Sophia to the hospital?" Dominic’s voice was dangerously calm as he fixed his piercing gaze on her.

Mrs. Whitaker hesitated, her fingers twisting nervously in her apron. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

Evelyn had warned her not to mention her involvement unless Dominic pressed for answers.

"It was Miss Thorne," Mrs. Whitaker admitted under the weight of his stare. "Sophia insisted on visiting Miss Thorne’s children today—"

"Evelyn’s back?" Dominic cut in sharply.

"She returned this morning," Mrs. Whitaker murmured. "She didn’t want to get involved, but I begged her. Sophia kept saying she was dying. I was terrified."

"Why didn’t you call Zoe?"

Dominic’s composure cracked the moment Evelyn’s name was spoken.

"I’ve spoken to Doctor Montgomery about Sophia’s condition before," Mrs. Whitaker said helplessly. "She always dismissed it as normal post-surgery effects. I couldn’t just stand by and watch Sophia suffer."

Dominic fell silent.

He picked up the report, scanning the results with a deepening frown.

"What’s this?"

"I think it might be related to the sedatives Doctor Montgomery prescribed, but I’m not certain." Mrs. Whitaker handed him a small white pill bottle with trembling hands.

Dominic twisted the cap off and examined the contents.

White pills.

Zoe arrived an hour later.

The living room was thick with tension, the air so heavy it was hard to breathe.

The moment Zoe spotted the pill bottle on the coffee table, her face paled.

She forced an innocent expression. "Those are the sedatives I prescribed for Sophia. I instructed Mrs. Whitaker to give her one pill with each meal for three days. Her emotions were too volatile—it wasn’t good for her recovery."

Mrs. Whitaker’s face twisted in disbelief.

"Doctor Montgomery, you never said it was only for three days! That’s why I’ve been giving them to her every day!"

Zoe’s brows knitted together. "I distinctly remember telling you three days. If her condition didn’t improve, you could extend it to a week—but never longer. Did you forget?"

Mrs. Whitaker’s mouth fell open. She was being framed.

"Doctor Montgomery, you told me these were sedatives! If I’d known they were sleeping pills, I would never have given them to her daily!"

"Sedatives are sleeping pills," Zoe said coolly. "But it’s not too late. Her body will flush them out as long as she stops taking them now."

Mrs. Whitaker clenched her fists. If not for Evelyn’s intervention, she would’ve unknowingly poisoned Sophia.

"Mrs. Whitaker is getting older, Dominic. Mistakes happen," Zoe said smoothly, playing the magnanimous savior.

Dominic’s gaze turned glacial. "Then why did you give her an entire bottle if it was only meant for three days?"

Zoe blinked, then recovered quickly. "I must’ve been distracted. And I trusted Mrs. Whitaker to follow instructions."

"From now on, I approve every prescription Sophia takes—even vitamins," Dominic bit out. "If this happens again, there will be consequences."

With that, he turned on his heel and headed straight for Sophia’s room.