Chapter 328

Everyone focused on the text message's content but overlooked the most crucial detail—the timestamp.

"Evelyn isn't a doctor!" Mrs. Roscente stomped her foot in frustration.

She always upheld clear principles, but when it came to medication, she never compromised. How could anyone take medicine so recklessly?

"Julian, you should listen to your mother." Isabella Langley approached in her designer heels, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Evelyn grew up in the countryside and never even finished high school. What does she know about medicine?"

"The gossip online says she tried to seduce you and, failing that, decided to poison you instead. Didn't she also throw herself at Vincent Ashcroft?"

Her tone was saccharine.

Julian's blood ran cold. If anyone was the culprit here, Isabella was the prime suspect.

Who was spreading these vicious rumors about Evelyn?

Clearly, someone wouldn't stop until they achieved their goal.

He needed to regain his sight—fast.

"None of your business," Julian snapped, his voice icy. "Who invited you?"

His hatred for Isabella burned fiercer than ever after the incident with Vincent.

Isabella's eyes glinted with malice as she took in his fury.

Why wasn't this man dead yet?

She lowered her head in feigned hurt. "We heard about your injury. Cassandra and I came to check on you."

Cassandra Valentine quickly chimed in, "Julian, you know Evelyn's background better than anyone. How could you trust her with medication? I'm already reaching out to Dr. Z."

"All Evelyn wants is to climb the social ladder," Isabella added venomously. "With Nathan Aldridge backing her, if she actually cures you—"

Julian slammed his hand against the bed. "Get out! All of you!"

Isabella smirked and nudged Cassandra. "Aren't you staying to take care of Julian? I'll leave first."

Her plan was already in motion—time to retreat.

Cassandra stayed behind, though every instinct screamed at her to flee.

Julian groped for the edge of the bed and sat down, surprised to find his headache easing.

Mrs. Roscente glared at Cassandra. "Miss Valentine, please leave. My son doesn't need your care."

"Auntie..." Cassandra gazed longingly at Julian's gaunt profile.

"Julian, I was wrong last time..." Her voice trembled.

"Get out!" Julian roared.

Her betrayal hadn't just hurt him—it had devastated the entire Ashcroft family.

Cassandra fled in tears, calling for doctors.

Moments later, a team of white-coated physicians rushed down the hallway behind her.

The chief examiner's face darkened after checking Julian's vitals. "Mr. Roscente's condition is critical. We need to run comprehensive tests immediately."