#Chapter 180: Poisoned

Iris “She’s been poisoned,” the doctor says, lifting up an empty cocktail glass with sapphire blue residue inside. My heart nearly stops. Poisoned? Who would poison Veronica? I glance at Arthur, whose face has gone pale. The crowd around us erupts into panicked whispers as the doctor leans closer to examine the glass. I think I hear someone calling the police, but I’m not certain over the sound of my pounding heart rushing through my ears. “This residue…” The doctor holds the glass up to the light, squinting as he turns it in his fingers. “It looks like Blue Hydrangea extract. Very rare, very potent.” “Is it fatal?” Arthur asks. The doctor’s grim expression is answer enough. “Without treatment, yes. Within the hour, she will begin to go into cardiac arrest.” My stomach twists as I look down at Veronica’s limp body. Her face is unnaturally pale, lips already turning the faintest hint of blue. Despite everything, I don’t want her to die. Especia