Chapter 47

On the second floor of the Lambert residence, the Lambert family's doctor was drenched in sweat. He exclaimed, "Oh, no! Mr. Lambert Senior's heart rate is still dropping!" His hands shook as he held onto the defibrillator. "Move," Genevieve commanded as she pushed past the helpless housekeepers and stepped forward. Her gaze landed on Raymond's face. Her slim fingers felt his wrist for his pulse, and she immediately frowned. "I need needles," she said simply. Wilson froze before he finally returned to his senses. He shakily took a wooden box out of the first aid kit. Genevieve took it and opened it. A row of needles of various lengths gleamed coldly under the lights. Without hesitation, she took out the needles and sanitized them. The family doctor tried to stop her. "Mrs. Lambert, this is much too risky—" Genevieve looked at him and curtly said, "Keep wasting more time if you want him to die." The doctor fell silent immediately. A moment later, the needles pierced through