CHAPTER 761: CHAPTER 761: ALARIC FAULKNER’S POISON BREAKS OUT

The night before the wedding, the unease in Alaric Faulkner’s heart grew stronger as he dialed the phone again to ensure Eleanor Sterling’s safety.

But this time, after calling several numbers in succession, there was no answer on the other end.

Instantly, Alaric felt a bit panicked.

He immediately switched to another contact and continued to call, and this time it connected quickly.

"President Faulkner, do you have any instructions?"

"Go to the villa immediately and check on how Eleanor is doing."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Alaric breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just about to walk outside when suddenly his body lunged forward and he collapsed on the ground.

With a spurt, a mouthful of black blood gushed out.

A few minutes later, Giselle Keating walked in, unexpectedly finding Alaric lying on the ground.

Her face turned pale with terror, and she quickly went forward to support him, "Alaric, what’s wrong? Wake up!"

Giselle knew that Alaric had been forced to marry her for the antidote because Eleanor was poisoned during her pregnancy, and now he must have relapsed.

A regular doctor might not be able to solve this; she needed to find Fenrir.

Giselle had someone take Alaric away, then called Franklin Faulkner.

In Aethelgard, inside the hospital.

A group of people sat around the hospital bed.

Eleanor lay there, her face deathly pale, looking as if she was on the brink of death.

"How is Eleanor? Is she not going to make it?"

Elder Sawyer took her wrist again to check her pulse, his expression heavy, and he said nothing for a while.

The others felt anxious, and Brian Zane, diverging from his usual mild manner, urged, "What’s the situation? Say something."

Elder Sawyer withdrew his hand, "It’s strange. The poison disappeared without a trace after entering Eleanor’s body."

"Then why hasn’t Eleanor woken up yet?" Clara Thornton couldn’t help asking.

Elder Sawyer shook his head. If he knew so much about this poison, he would have developed an antidote long ago, rather than waiting until now.

The group then looked towards Thomas Quincy, "Family Head Quincy, what is going on? Is your poison fake?"

Thomas’s eye twitched, and his expression darkened instantly.

How could it be fake!

However, given the current situation, it is highly likely that...

He cleared his throat and said, "This poison was stolen once in the past, and the one stolen was handed down by the ancestors.

The one Eleanor took was replicated according to the original formula, and it should have duplicated most of the toxicity.

It’s impossible to replicate perfectly; after all, many medicinal ingredients are no longer available, so the toxicity might not be as terrifying as the rumors say."

Upon hearing this, Clara Thornton was infuriated.

She couldn’t help but step forward and grab Thomas Quincy’s collar, "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to murder for money? If anything happens to Eleanor, I won’t let you off."

Thomas did not fight back this time and allowed her to grab him.

Elder Sawyer, hearing this, said with a serious tone, "Perhaps things aren’t at their worst yet. Although Eleanor hasn’t woken up, her vital signs are stable. Could it be that our method has worked?"

Clara turned to him, "Elder Sawyer, are you sure?"

Elder Sawyer smiled wryly, "Not very sure, given how complicated Eleanor’s condition is."

"Sigh, tomorrow is Alaric and Giselle Keating’s wedding. Eleanor wanted to stop them before then, yet now she..."

"If we really can’t do anything, we’ll just have to wait for Eleanor to wake up."

As soon as those words were spoken, Eleanor on the hospital bed started to cough violently.

Everyone was elated and rushed over to check on her condition, "Eleanor, are you awake?"