Chapter 136
I feel the same way, Michael. We want her home, but we need to trust the doctors and their expertise. They want what’s best for Alexia, and we have no choice but to respect their decision.”
During the cause of their conversation, the twins peeked backwards and they noticed that Alexia was fast asleep. The both of them burst into laughter, careful not to wake Alexia.
As Miles and Michael settled into their seats by Alexia’s bedside, a question gnawed at Miles‘ mind, and he couldn’t help but let his confusion show. He turned to his brother, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concer
“Michael, I can’t help but feel confused, Miles began, his tone carrying a tinge of uncertainty. “If the doctors needed to determine the specific poison in order to administer the right antidote, how were they able to uncover the treatment for Alexia without that knowledge?
Michael furrowed his brow, his usually confident expression giving way to a look of discomfort on his face. He was quite unaware of how the doctors were able to work the miracle, but that was the least of his worries now.
You know, Miles, I can’t quite wrap my head around it either,” Michael admitted, his voice was laced with confusion and longing for answers. “It’s a mystery to me how they were able to save her without knowing the exact poison.”
Miles nodded, a shared confusion mirrored in his eyes. “I just can’t shake off the feeling that we should know, that we need to understand. But at the same time, it’s as if the answer is just out of reach.”
Michael sighed, his voice carrying a touch of resignation. “Sometimes, my brother, we have to accept that not everything can be explained. Perhaps it’s one of those instances where miracles happen. Who knows?” He shrugged.
Miles listened intently, his curiosity not entirely quelled. “But shouldn’t we be seeking answers, trying to understand the how and why? It feels like we’re leaving something important unanswered.”
Michael leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Alexia’s peaceful form. A sense of surrender mingled with his confusion, his voice carrying a tinge of contemplation.
“I understand your yearning for answers, Miles, but sometimes seeking them can only lead to further confusion,” Michael said, his voice reflecting the sincerity of his thoughts. “For now, let’s focus on the fact that Alexia is alive, that she’s here with us. Sometimes, embracing the miracle without understanding it fully is enough.”
Miles pondered Michael’s words, a mixture of uncertainty and acceptance playing on his features. He looked at Alexia, her face serene and her breathing steady. The love he felt for her surged within him, reminding him of what truly mattered.
“You’re right, Michael, Miles conceded, his voice a blend of lingering confusion and newfound peace. “Perhaps the answers will reveal themselves in due time, or maybe they’ll forever remain a mystery.” Or perhaps not, because he was still yet to
uncover the cause.
Michael offered a sympathetic smile, his voice filled with a profound sense of unity. “That’s the spirit, Miles. Let’s focus on Alexia’s recovery for now.” He placed a hand on Mile’s shoulder in support.
Miles nodded, a sense of calm settling over him as he redirected his attention to the present moment. “You’re right, Michael. He pretended.
But Miles was desperate to unravel the mystery behind it. To decipher how exactly they were able to determine the said antidote. Miles’s desperation surged once again, and he seized the opportunity to confront Doctor Reynolds about the discovery of the antidote. He tightened his grip on the doctor’s arm and demanded an explanation.
“How did you manage to find the antidote in the first place without determining the strain of Wolfsbane?”
“Well, we administered a stability antidote to Alexia to stabilize her health so technically, the Wolfsbane is still in her system. but this will keep her alive till we uncover the poison in her.
Miles questioned sharply, his eyes locked onto the doctor’s with unwavering intensity. “You claimed to have found it, bur now you say it hasn’t fully worked? What kind of game are you playing?”
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Doctor Reynolds took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he prepared to provide an explanation. He spoke with a measured tone, attempting to address Miles’s concerns.
“Miles, I understand your anger and confusion, but please believe me when I say that our intentions were sincere,” the doctor began, his voice calm yet tinged with regret. “The initial tests and research showed promising results, leading us to believe we had found the antidote. However, as we delved deeper into Alexia’s condition, we realized that the poison’s hold on her system was more complex than we anticipated.”
Miles’s frustration grew, his voice laced with a mix of impatience and disbelief. “But how could you have been so mistaken? How did you not foresee these complications?”
Doctor Reynolds met Miles’s gaze, his expression earnest and transparent. “We are dealing with a strain of Wolfsbane that possesses unique properties, making it highly resistant to conventional treatment methods. We had to adjust our approach as we encountered new challenges. It was a learning process for us, and unfortunately, it led to this setback.”
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Miles clenched his fists, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “So, what now? Are you telling me there’s no hope for Alexia? That she’ll remain trapped in this state forever?”
Miles’s desperation and frustration reached a boiling point. With a firm grip on the doctor’s arm, he forcefully pulled him aside into a secluded corner, his voice quivering with anger.
“Doctor Reynolds, you need to explain yourself,” Miles demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. “You told us you had found the antidote, that Alexia was on the path to recovery. But now you’re saying the poison hasn’t been fully expelled? What kind of deception is this?”
Doctor Reynolds sighed heavily, the weight of the truth bearing down on him. He looked into Miles’s eyes, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and honesty.
“Miles, I understand your anger, but technically, I didn’t lie, the doctor began, his voice tinged with genuine remorse. “We haven’t discovered the complete antidote yet. The Wolfsbane poison still remains in her system, and we’re facing challenges in fully eradicating it.”
Miles’s anger flared, his voice filled with a sense of betrayal and frustration. “So, you gave us false hope? You made us believe she was getting better, that we were on the right track, when in reality, you hadn’t found the solution?”
Doctor Reynolds held up his hands in a gesture of empathy, his voice sincere and tinged with sadness. “Miles, I can’t apologize enough for the confusion and disappointment this has caused. Our intentions were never to deceive you. We believed we were making progress, but the complexities of the poison proved more formidable than we anticipated.”
Miles clenched his fists, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. “How could you not have known this sooner? How could you let her suffer under the pretense of recovery?”
The doctor’s expression softened, his voice filled with remorse and understanding. He was trying everything in his power to convince Miles that they were indeed working on it, but it wasn’t easy.