Chapter 24 Someone Wants To Harm Randy.
Patricia hadn't had a moment to collect her thoughts when a loud 'bang' reverberated through the room. Randy suddenly collapsed to the floor, his small body curling into a ball, his pallid face drained of color. His lips shifted from purple to an alarming shade of blue as he clutched his neck, desperately gasping for breath.
"Randy!"
Patricia and Martin exclaimed in unison.
Martin swiftly dropped to his knees, scooped Randy from the floor, and gently laid him flat on the sofa. He urgently instructed Barbara, "He's having an asthma attack. Find the medicine, quickly!"
Barbara, flustered and frightened, scurried to locate the medicine. However, after rifling through the medical kit, she was unable to locate the asthma medication, leaving her in a state of confusion.
"Sir, the medicine is gone! I remember it was kept in the medical kit, but it's not there anymore."
Martin's gaze became frosty, his formerly composed visage now transformed into a menacing countenance that seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell, instilling fear in those around him.
"Call Alan and instruct him to bring the medicine immediately."
"Okay!" Barbara hastened to place the call.
Meanwhile, Randy lay on the sofa, his complexion darkening from oxygen deprivation, his eyes rolling back, his struggle for breath reaching a critical point.
Though Patricia had witnessed numerous similar situations, both minor and severe, the sight of her own son in this state sent a shiver down her spine.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, striving to maintain her composure. She approached Martin and gently pushed him aside, assisting Randy into a sitting position and leaning him forward to aid his breathing.
Turning to Martin, she urgently directed him, "There's a vial of compound ipratropium bromide solution in Randy's bedside table drawer. Get it quickly!"
Without hesitation, Martin rushed upstairs. As expected, he found the medication inside the bedside table. He quickly returned with it. Patricia deftly positioned the spray nozzle in Randy's mouth and pressed it.
"Randy, inhale quickly, inhale forcefully..."
The instinct for survival compelled Randy to take in deep breaths. After a while, Randy's condition finally eased a bit. Although his face retained a pallid hue, the dark shadows had gradually receded, and his breathing became considerably smoother.
"Why did you say he could be discharged? How did it come to this?" Martin's tone was tinged with displeasure, casting a gloomy aura around him.
Patricia's entire focus was on Randy, and she didn't wish to engage in an argument with him. "Please, help me by calling Alan and instruct him to prepare the items according to my directions."
With a layer of frost still clinging to him, Martin hesitated briefly before dialing Alan's number. Patricia, one hand gently patting Randy's back to soothe him, took the phone and provided Alan with a list of necessary items.
Once Alan brought the supplies, Patricia carried Randy back to his room and gently propped him up on the bed. With deft hands, she administered intravenous injections to him. Patricia's heart ached as she observed how Randy's vitality had suddenly drained away, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Randy, rest well. Mommy will stay right here with you."
Randy obediently closed his eyes, thoroughly exhausted from the ordeal, and drifted off to sleep.
Patricia sat by the bedside, her heart still racing with fear. Holding Randy's hand, she couldn't help but tremble as she reflected on the recent harrowing incident.
Thankfully, she had been aware of Randy's asthma and had kept spare medication in her bag. Otherwise, she shuddered to think of the potential consequences. Regardless, she was resolute in her determination to expose the individual who had attempted to harm her son.
"Is there any surveillance footage in the house?" she asked.
Martin was perplexed by her sudden question but responded truthfully, "Yes, there is."
Patricia pursued her line of questioning, "What about the kitchen?"
"We have surveillance in the kitchen too," he said.
Only then did Patricia cautiously disclose her suspicion, "I suspect someone tampered with the soup."
"What did you say? Repeat that," Martin's handsome face contorted with anger.
In a grave tone, Patricia reiterated, "I detected something unusual in the soup earlier, although I hadn't identified it yet when Randy had the attack. Subsequently, his medication disappeared. Don't you find that highly suspicious?"
"Are you suggesting that someone poisoned Randy?" Martin's handsome eyebrows knitted, and a glint of danger flickered in his eyes. "Why am I unaffected?"
Shaking her head, Patricia clarified, "It's not poisoning. Does Randy have any allergies? Like pollen, for instance."
Recalling something, Martin's eyes narrowed sharply. "Yes. He's allergic to honey."
Patricia's expression turned icy. "That's it! Allergies can trigger asthma attacks, and if the allergy is severe, it can even be life-threatening. If you take a sample of the soup to the hospital for testing, you'll find out if there's honey in it."
Without hesitation, Martin headed towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, when he arrived, the pot of soup had already been cleaned, and any remaining soup had been poured down the sink and drained away. Even the soup that Patricia hadn't finished drinking on the table had been entirely cleared.
If there were any doubts about Patricia's earlier statement, Martin now fully believed her.
His eyes narrowed, and a sinister gleam flickered in his gaze as he growled, "Who cleaned the kitchen?"
The young maid who was mopping the floor was taken aback, her legs nearly giving way as she managed to remain standing. "I... I cleaned it..."
Ice coated Martin's expression. "Who gave you the order to dispose of the soup?"
Terrified, the maid broke into a cold sweat but managed to say, "Barbara mentioned that there should be no leftover meals in the house, so any unfinished food should be cleared away."
Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, Barbara quickly rushed over and bowed her head. "Sir, this was a rule you established. Have you forgotten?"
Martin clenched his fists, restraining his anger. Although he knew no one had intentionally destroyed evidence, he couldn't say anything. Frustrated, he left the kitchen and proceeded to the surveillance room to review the footage.
Coincidentally, the kitchen's surveillance had mysteriously malfunctioned that morning and had yet to be repaired. The living room's surveillance was operational, but throughout the afternoon, numerous people had entered and exited the kitchen. It was impossible to determine who had added honey to the soup.
Regarding the tampering with the medication box, there was no specific time frame, making the investigation even more challenging. A dark, menacing expression settled on Martin's face, shrouding him in an aura of danger that was difficult to describe.
When Patricia heard about this outcome, she didn't seem too surprised. "I had expected this. If they made a move, they must have been well-prepared. They wouldn't have made it easy for you to catch them."
Martin gritted his teeth, saying, "None of them can remain here!"
Patricia quickly intervened, saying, "Even if you replace the staff, if someone is determined to harm Randy, they will find a way in. Instead of constantly living in fear and guarding against it, it's better to expose the mastermind behind the scenes."
Martin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you have a plan?"
Rather than providing a direct answer, Patricia responded with a mysterious smile. Martin couldn't let go of his grudge and instructed Alan once more to investigate all the details and relationships of their household staff.
Patricia remained by Randy's side the entire evening. Martin, feeling uneasy, refused to leave and brought his computer to the room to work.
Patricia was afraid that if Charles called her, it would raise Martin's suspicion. She secretly sent a message to Charles, asking him to rest early and contact her tomorrow.
Late at night, when Martin finished his work, Patricia had already fallen asleep on the bed. The dim light bathed her, casting a soft glow over her, enhancing the delicacy of her facial features, with every fine strand of hair clearly visible.
Martin couldn't help but be captivated. This was the first time since their reunion that he had looked at her so seriously and closely. She appeared slightly different from his memory.
When the atmosphere was just right, Patricia's phone beside her suddenly emitted a 'ding' sound.
Martin instinctively glanced over and saw a message on the screen: "Patricia, it's Hunter. This is my WhatsApp. Please add me."
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