Time flew by, and Shermaine’s orientation had been going on for nearly a week. She hadn’t tanned much, mostly because her professor had frequently called her into the lab, leaving little time for outdoor training with her classmates.

That morning, while in the lab, she received a phone call from Janice. Janice’s voice carried a hint of worry. “Sheary, Ross suddenly broke out in terrible rashes all over his body. Come home and take a look at him.”

Shermaine said, “Grandma, don’t panic. I’m on my way.”

Instead of rushing Ross to the hospital, Janice immediately called Shermaine because she knew her granddaughter’s medical skills surpassed those of most doctors. Besides, Ross had stubbornly refused to go to the hospital. Now, he was even showing signs of a fever.

Shermaine excused herself from school and took a cab back to the Jean residence. After examining Ross, she confirmed it was hives. His skin was already inflamed in patches, unbearably itchy, with his neck area looking particularly severe.

Lying in bed, the usually composed and handsome man now looked pale and fragile, his lips faintly colorless. Ross asked, “Sheary, can you suppress the allergy quickly?”

Shermaine frowned, “You have something urgent to do?”

Ross nodded. “Yeah. There is a crucial business deal this afternoon.”

She pressed, “What did you eat this morning?” Ross was meticulous about hygiene, so hives shouldn’t have been an issue for him.

Ross had oatmeal for breakfast with Janice, so that shouldn’t have been the culprit. However, he admitted to poor sleep lately and an extra cup of coffee this morning.

Shermaine asked, “Did you make the coffee yourself?”

Ross shook his head. “No, the maid made it.”

The maid, standing nearby, paled and immediately stepped forward to explain, “Sir, I swear I didn’t put anything harmful in it.”

Shermaine turned to her. “Did you leave the kitchen at any point while preparing it?”

The maid thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I did.”

“What for?” Shermaine asked.

The maid replied honestly, “Jameson asked me to fetch a document for him upstairs while I was grinding the beans.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. It was clear who had tampered with the coffee.

Ross was certain Jameson had drugged him to sabotage the business deal.

The client despised tardiness or cancellations. If Ross couldn’t make it, Jameson would step in as his replacement. But Ross needed concrete proof.

Shermaine pressed her lips into a thin line, her gaze icy. Jameson had dared to poison his son. There was no telling what he might do next.

After checking Ross, Shermaine wrote two prescriptions, one for oral medication and the other for topical treatment. “Ross, rest for now. I’ll prepare the medicine. The itching is unbearable, but try not to scratch.”

“Got it.” Ross had impressive self-control. Despite the maddening itch, he hadn’t once touched the inflamed areas. “Thanks, Sheary.”

Shermaine gently tucked his blanket before leaving the room.

Janice’s face remained stern throughout. “Ross, I’ll hold your father accountable for this.”

Ross shook his head. “Don’t, Grandma. Stay out of it.”

“No. I can’t let him keep getting away with this. He’s bold enough to drug you today. Who knows what he’ll…” Janice didn’t finish, but they both knew that Jameson was capable of far worse one day.