Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 409: Uncover The Truth

At Lamey Doctors Hospital, Lamey Country

Arlan paced in the pristine hospital hallway of the hospital. His usually calm demeanor was shattered, replaced with restless energy. He raked a hand through his dark hair, his eyes darting toward the double doors of the diagnostics lab every few seconds.

David, his trusted assistant, stood nearby, quietly observing his rare display of vulnerability.

"They’re taking too long," Arlan muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock on the wall.

Every passing minute felt like an eternity. His wife’s sudden collapse had turned his world upside down, and the lack of answers only intensified his frustration.

David cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Sir, this facility is known for its cutting-edge technology and expertise. They’ll have answers soon."

For weeks, no doctor in their country had been able to explain why his wife had suddenly fallen into a coma. All her test results appeared normal, yet she remained unresponsive, as if trapped in an unexplainable void. The greatest medical minds in their country had tried and failed to find answers.

Arlan stopped pacing, his sharp gaze locking onto Summers. "Soon isn’t good enough. She’s been unconscious for weeks, David. No one back home could figure out what’s wrong, and now we’re here, in one of the most advanced hospitals in the world, and still-"

He cut himself off, exhaling heavily as he forced himself to calm down.

David nodded, understanding his turmoil. "The doctors here are thorough, Mr. Cartier. They wouldn’t take this long unless they were uncovering something important."

Before Arlan could respond, the double doors swung open, and a specialist in a white coat stepped into the hallway. The man’s expression was composed but serious, and Arlan’s heart sank. He could tell immediately that the news wasn’t going to be easy.

"Mr. Cartier?" the doctor called, his voice calm yet firm. Arlan straightened, squaring his shoulders as he prepared to face whatever was coming. He crossed the hallway in quick strides, David following closely behind.

"Yes, I’m Arlan Cartier. What did you find?" he demanded, his voice steady despite the tension radiating from him.

The specialist gestured for them to follow him into a private consultation room. Once inside, the doctor motioned for Arlan and David to sit, but Arlan remained standing, his sharp eyes fixed on the specialist.

The doctor placed a folder on the table and opened it, revealing a series of test results and scans. "We’ve identified the cause of your wife’s condition, Mr. Cartier. It’s... unusual. A toxic substance has been detected in her body."

Arlan’s breath caught, and his composure finally cracked. "What do you mean there’s a toxic substance in her body?!" he burst out, his voice filled with anger and worry.

The specialist met his gaze evenly, his tone measured. "Please, let me explain..."

The specialist’s words hung heavy in the air, and Arlan felt his chest tighten. Could this be the breakthrough they had been waiting for, or was it something worse?

The specialist, a calm yet serious-looking man in his late forties, adjusted his glasses and regarded Arlan with a steady gaze. "Mr. Cartier, I understand your frustration. Please allow me to explain."

He gestured to the screen beside him, which displayed a detailed analysis of his wife’s bloodwork and scans. "Our advanced equipment detected trace amounts of a rare neurotoxic compound in your wife’s system. It’s a highly sophisticated toxin that acts gradually, attacking the central nervous system and inducing a state of prolonged unconsciousness."

Arlan clenched his fists, his body trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "How the hell did this happen? She’s been perfectly healthy, and there’s no way she could’ve been exposed to something like this accidentally!" His voice was sharp, his frustration spilling over as his mind raced with unanswered questions.

The specialist nodded sympathetically. "You’re right, this toxin isn’t something one encounters in everyday life. In fact, it’s so rare and obscure that it took our most advanced tests to even identify it. It is possible that this was introduced deliberately." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

Arlan froze, his eyes narrowing. "Deliberately? Are you saying someone poisoned her?" His voice dropped, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone.

"That’s one possibility," the specialist admitted, his expression grim. "We cannot say for certain how the toxin entered her body without further investigation. However, given its rarity, it would take a deliberate effort to acquire and administer it. This isn’t something she could have ingested or come into contact with by chance."

Arlan’s mind reeled. His wife, his love... someone had hurt her intentionally? He could feel his blood boiling at the thought. "What can be done to save her?" he demanded, his voice hoarse with desperation.

The specialist exhaled, glancing at the medical files again. "We’ve already started her on a treatment protocol to neutralize the toxin, but this substance is incredibly complex. It binds itself to neural pathways, making it difficult to reverse the effects entirely. We’ll do everything in our power, but... the process will take time, and there’s no guarantee."

Arlan slammed his fist on the table, his frustration spilling over. "I don’t care how long it takes or how much it costs. Just save her! I’ll provide whatever resources you need. Just don’t let her stay like this." His voice cracked at the end, betraying the vulnerability beneath his anger.

The specialist nodded solemnly. "We’ll do everything we can, Mr. Cartier. But I strongly recommend you begin investigating how this happened. If someone is behind it, they could still be a threat, not just to her, but to you as well. Additionally, understanding how this toxin was created might help us develop a countermeasure."

Arlan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. His protective instincts roared to life, fueling a burning determination in his gaze. He leaned forward, his voice low and resolute. "Don’t worry. I’ll find whoever did this to her. And when I do... they’ll pay."

After discussing the critical details with the specialist, Arlan pulled David aside for a private conversation. His tone was sharp and commanding. "I want you to investigate this matter, and I want it done discreetly. Look into everyone... our household staff, the orphanages, anyone she’s come into contact with. I want a thorough investigation, David. We need to find out who is responsible for this."

David frowned, the disbelief evident on his face. "It’s hard to imagine, Sir. Who would harm Mrs. Summers? We have tight security in place, even down to the meals she’s served, whether at home or outside. All the staff in the mansion were thoroughly vetted before being hired..." He hesitated, his voice trailing off. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Arlan’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he pressed for an answer.

David hesitated for a moment as if weighing his words carefully. "Unless the person responsible is someone she trusts implicitly, someone close enough to bypass the layers of security we have in place. It’s the only way this could have been executed without raising suspicion."

Arlan’s jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists. The thought of someone betraying his wife, someone from within their trusted circle, sent a wave of anger coursing through him. "I don’t care who it is," he said, his voice low but laced with venom. "Friend, family, or staff... if they had anything to do with this, they’ll regret the day they crossed me."

David nodded, his expression serious. "Understood, Sir. I’ll begin the investigation immediately. I’ll start with the household staff and expand from there. I’ll also dig deeper into any recent interactions she’s had, both at the mansion and outside."

Arlan turned away, his gaze distant as he tried to piece together the puzzle. His wife’s kind and selfless nature had made her the heart of their home, and the idea of someone exploiting that kindness filled him with a cold, steely resolve.

"Make it discreet," he repeated firmly. "I don’t want anyone to know we’re onto them until we have solid proof. And David..." He turned back to his trusted aide, his eyes hard as steel. "Find them. No matter what it takes."

David placed a hand over his chest in a gesture of loyalty. "You have my word, Sir. I won’t rest until we uncover the truth."

Arlan gave David a curt nod before dismissing him. With a heavy heart, he made his way back to Summer’s hospital room and settled into the chair beside her bed.

Taking her hand in his, he gently kissed it, savoring the warmth that reassured him she was still fighting. "Summer, I miss you so much. Please wake up soon," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as tears welled in his eyes.

Every day, without fail, he prayed for her recovery and spoke to her, just as Rain had suggested. Rain’s encouraging words replayed in his mind, giving him hope.

"Rain, that girl is so persistent. She even told me to threaten you if you wouldn’t wake up," he murmured softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his sorrow. "Maybe I should try that next, my love. What do you think?"

But, once again, there was no response. The silence felt like a dagger to his heart, making it sink further into despair.

For the first time in his life, Arlan felt completely powerless, a feeling he utterly despised. Yet, amidst the helplessness, one thing burned fiercely within him: whoever dared to harm his wife would face his wrath. He vowed to protect her and uncover the truth, no matter the cost.