I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 3459 A Longing That Fills the Space Between Them

"I once treated someone who had been slowly poisoned over a long period of time. Their pulse was similar to Vivian's. Given that your family has good genetics, yet Vivian is different from the rest of you, and her skin improved after leaving her original environment, all of this confirms my suspicion.

"Could it be that someone in your family has been poisoning Vivian? That would explain why her skin ended up like this."

"If she really has been poisoned, then would staying away from that environment or identifying the person responsible help her get better?" asked Ray.

Luca shook her head.

"The poison I've encountered before was a slow-acting toxin that kept the victim's skin dark. I don't know exactly what it was, but long-term exposure to any poison has an effect on the body. It's just a suspicion now. I need to consult someone I know. And honestly, I can't be sure what's really causing Vivian's condition.

"Is her skin deteriorating so quickly because she was poisoned once more after returning to Russia? Or did the person who poisoned her realize that her skin was improving outside that environment and decide to increase the dosage? If she really has been poisoned, the toxin might have already caused irreversible damage to her body. We need to act fast."

Luca furrowed her brows. The thought of someone deliberately poisoning Vivian for over 20 years just to make her look worse was horrifying.

Was it the work of an enemy of their family? Or was there another reason?

Either way, that was not what she needed to focus on right now.

The most important thing was figuring out what was wrong with Vivian.

"Mr. Ray, do you have an electronic copy of her medical report?" asked Luca. "Yes." Ray nodded. "Do you need it?"

"Yes, digital reports are more convenient. Could you send it to my email?" Luca then told him her email.

Ray took note of her email and nodded. "I need to organize the files first. Once I'm done, I'll send them over."

"Alright, thanks." Luca nodded. She glanced back toward Vivian's bedroom, wondering if she had overheard their conversation.

"Mr. Ray, since we're suspecting this, you should be extra careful. If you've brought any food or personal items from Russia, don't let her have them for now. I don't know if her condition will improve after leaving that environment, but one thing's certain-it can't be allowed to get any worse."

"Got it. I'll have someone go through everything right away." Ray agreed, seeing the logic in her suggestion.

Luca stood up. “I'll head back now. Please send me the reports as soon as possible."

a moment," replied

Luca looked at him, puzzled. "Is there something

who wants to see you." As Ray said that,

heart suddenly started

but her instincts told her

coming today, so he arrived early this morning and has been waiting for you ever since. To make sure you could focus

smile appeared on Luca's face. She thought she

see him now?" asked

course. That's up to you two." Ray sat down on the couch, picked up his laptop, and started organizing Vivian's medical reports to send to

had arrived and was waiting in the next room. Now that Luca had stepped away, she figured

sigh and thought to herself that

over and sat beside Ray. "What are

organizing

do it," offered

Luca. Your

had seen so many dermatologists over the years, and every single

one of

though Luca was not completely certain yet, Ray felt like she was on

made plenty of

was not impossible that someone had deliberately

behind this must have been hiding in the shadows for a long time. Also, why would someone go after

Vivian was, she would never inherit

fine while

not wrap his head around why Vivian

Let me do it." Vivian insisted, taking the laptop from

personality all too well. If given the choice, he would rather fight a dozen men than

worried that reviewing the reports would send

overthink it. You can

my way around them." As she spoke, she efficiently started

...

Luke sitting on the couch. A bright smile