The vet leaned toward the phone. "Do you happen to remember what kind of flower it was?"
"Just some standard chamomile," Lexie replied.
Something clicked in Winona's mind. She instantly dialed the building's property management. "Did you spray pesticides in the courtyard today?"
"No, Ms. Jowett," the manager replied promptly. "We strictly apply pest control at night to avoid residents. Nothing was sprayed today."
Frowning, the vet turned back to Winona. "Since we can't pinpoint the exact toxin, we can't administer a targeted antidote. We'll have to put her on IV fluids to flush her system and run a full fluid purification. Right now, it's a waiting game to see if her liver and kidneys can withstand the strain."
Winona's heart sank like a stone.
She had only had Biscuit for a little over a year, but the dog had firmly become family. Seeing her panting and suffering was tearing Winona apart.
Later that evening, Winona's phone rang again. It was Lexie's son.
"Ms. Jowett, my mom was rushed to the ER tonight with severe food poisoning. She asked me to check with you—did you drink the water from your dispenser? She said the only thing she had at your place today was a glass of water. If the dog is sick too, it's probably the water."
Winona froze. She hadn't eaten dinner at home, nor had she touched the water dispenser. The only thing she had consumed was the thermos of juice.
She immediately turned to Ezra. "Get someone to test the water dispenser and the tap water at my apartment right now."
"On it," Ezra said, already pulling out his phone.
Sitting by Biscuit's cage, a bone-chilling realization crept down Winona's spine.
The anonymous packages. The poisoned roses. The eerie footsteps lingering in the lab. And now, this.
When she threaded it all together, the truth was glaringly obvious: someone was actively trying to kill her.
Within the hour, Ezra's team had secured the water dispenser and rushed it to a private lab. The results came back confirming her worst fears.
"Ma'am," Ezra reported grimly. "The test results are back. The bottled water loaded into the dispenser was laced with lethal doses of nitrites."
Winona relayed the information to the vet, who immediately adjusted Biscuit's IV drip. "Thank god she barely drank any. The toxin didn't have time to fully bind to her system. Once this bag of fluids flushes her out, she should be back to her normal self by tomorrow."
Hearing that, the crushing weight on Winona's chest finally lifted.
But even as she stroked Biscuit's head, her mind was calculating. She looked at Ezra. "That water is exclusively flown in from the Capital. Find out exactly who handled the shipment between there and my kitchen."

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This guy Julen is an idiot, he is so full of himself....