Chapter 855
Ivan led the guest to the living room, all casual-like.
Alfred strolled in with three cups of coffee, the smell filling the room like a cozy blanket.
"Haley, meet Damon Visconti," Ivan said, all smooth. "Damon, this is my wife, Haley."
"Mrs. Winston, pleasure's all mine." Damon's eyes were glued to Haley, making her squirm a bit.
Back in the day, whenever she and Ivan were out, Ivan would give any guy who stared at her for more than a second the death glare.
But now, Ivan seemed chill. Haley pinched Ivan's thigh hard under the table, a bit ticked off. But Ivan's thigh was like a rock. She shot him an angry look.
Ivan gently patted her hand and whispered, "Damon's cool, relax."
"Mrs. Winston, you're stunning," Damon said with a grin, flashing his pearly whites. "I've studied pulse diagnosis. Mind if I check your pulse?"
Haley was about to say no. Ivan placed her hand on the table, and Damon jumped at the chance to check her pulse. Right then, Haley got it.
Ivan had noticed all her weird symptoms. Damon was probably a doc Ivan had found from Hinterlands.
He must think something's up with her from Hinterlands too.
Haley sighed quietly. She didn't want any more drama in their chill life. She hoped nothing serious was wrong with her.
Damon checked the pulse on her left hand, shook his head a bit, then asked for her right hand. The whole pulse thing took almost half an hour.
"Thanks for your patience, Mrs. Winston," Damon said, standing up. "Mr. Winston, can we talk outside?"
Ivan touched Haley's hair. "You stay here and enjoy your coffee. I'll walk him out."
Watching them leave the living room, Haley suddenly remembered a scene from TV: a woman had a terminal illness, and the doc shook his head slightly, then told the family to get ready for the worst.
Thinking of this, Haley couldn't help but laugh at herself.
She shook her head, trying to shake off those crazy thoughts.
Ivan and Damon walked to the front door of the Winston villa. Damon looked serious. "Mrs. Winston isn't under Witchcraft, and there's nothing else weird with her body. Sorry, but I can't figure out what's wrong."
Ivan's face darkened. "If it's not Witchcraft, then what?"
"Based on what you told me, Mr. Winston, I have two guesses," Damon said quietly. "First, it could be some rare poison from a far-off place that I'm not familiar with. Second, Mrs. Winston might have a Bio-intelligent Chip implanted."
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