Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Attempt poisoning.
The smooching and smacking of lips continued until the door creaked open, revealing an elderly man.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry. I thought I was allowed—God, my bad," he apologized, about to turn away when Xylander raised his head and turned, only to see the doctor standing there, eyes lowered.
"Oh, John, don’t be like that. It’s just a couple thing," Xyle remarked casually. John glanced at Alexander, then at Xylander, then at Daniel, with a baffled look.
Are the three of them... couples?
Just standing there gawking was weird, so he decided to end whatever he came for and be on his way.
"So, where is the patient?" John asked. To him, a patient wouldn’t be locked in a heated lip-lock like Daniel was, so he needed to be sure.
"He is the one," Xylander pointed at Daniel. John just stared.
Wow, he actually has the strength. Hmm... good for him. And not just one man—two dangerous men. Is he serious?
"Please, young man, can you give me and the patient some breathing space?" John requested from Alex, who was still refusing to leave Daniel’s side.
Alex blinked, stood up, licked his lips, and smiled to himself. Finally, he had bagged a kiss from Daniel. That was progress—and Xylander, such a good friend, had actually allowed him to make that move.
"So doctor, what’s the issue?" Xylander asked, throwing the question without checking if the man was already working.
"Man, I know he’s your groom and naturally you love him, but you’re interrupting me," John scolded harshly, and Xyle went silent.
Both men decided to leave the room and let the doctor and patient stay alone—at least so they could interact without two brooding figures hovering.
Once alone with Daniel, John began the medical process: checking his pulse, breathing, and forehead, which seemed to swell a bit. After the procedure, he started throwing questions that were clearly bugging him.
"Are you aware of what’s going on in the outside world?" John asked while bandaging Daniel’s head.
Daniel eyed him suspiciously. Outside world? He thought for a moment. Except for his family—who he had abandoned—he wasn’t sure there was anything left out there for him.
"Hmm, nothing I could think of," Daniel replied curtly. But he grew more suspicious. Why was this doctor interrogating him?
"And permit me to say this—aren’t you married to Xylander Wolfe?" John pressed further, sliding his hand into his bag and pulling out a purple vial.
"Yes, I am?" Daniel answered, weirded out by the questioning. This wasn’t a classroom session, so why the interview? His brow rose as he caught sight of the purple substance being drawn into a syringe.
That wasn’t any normal medication—Daniel knew no drug had that color. And the sneaky way John was handling it only deepened his suspicion.
"What is that in the bottle?" Daniel asked back, his turn for questions.
John’s heart skipped. He hadn’t expected Daniel to notice. Quickly, he tried to cover up. "Oh, this? It’s your medication, of course. With this, recovery is sure and faster for you." He smiled, trying to make Daniel feel at ease. But it only made things worse.
"Stand up, old hag!!!" Daniel suddenly barked.
John was shocked at the change in tone. "Are you alright? What’s with this shouting?" he demanded, ready to inject the liquid.
Daniel rose slowly, body trembling, hands shaking, but determined to show this man he wasn’t weak—he wouldn’t be taken advantage of.
"Keep the fake attitude to yourself and show your real face, wretched thing. Next time, act better, because that performance you just put on was terrible," Daniel mocked, ready to defend himself in case John attacked.
The doctor still refused to drop the act, feigning confusion.
"Are you suspecting your husband? Because he’s the one who recommended me. I’ve been handling this family’s cases for ages. Why would today be different?" John ranted. His sharp eyes scanned the room and stopped at a bottle lying at the edge of the bed stand.
"Stop right where you are," John warned, noticing Daniel trying to move toward the door.
Daniel smiled coldly. "You said you’re genuine? Then prove it by letting me call my husband and bodyguard. Only then will you be allowed to touch me, conman."
Just look at him—he was sick, treated like a fragile doll—and now this doctor was trying to take his life again? Couldn’t a boy catch a break? Marrying a billionaire tycoon and getting entangled with a mafia wasn’t a crime, was it? Who exactly had he offended?
John paused, dropped his bag, then made a step forward as Daniel prepared to scream.
"Scream, and you’ll see this bottle," John threatened, grabbing a wine bottle and aiming it at Daniel’s head.
"You know you’re as good as dead. Shout, and no one will reach you in time before I smash and destroy your face to pieces. Maybe that’s what I should do," John muttered, reasoning through his options.
Daniel’s eyes widened. That bottle had been there all along? And why right beside the doctor, of all places?
At this point, it seemed danger loved him too much.
His brain clicked into action immediately. As John drew closer, Daniel snatched the bed sheet and flung it over his face, blinding him.
"Are you crazy, you son of a bitch!!" John screamed, struggling to remove the sheet. At that moment, Daniel grabbed the bottle from him and, without hesitation, smashed it hard against his head.
The bottle shattered, sticking into John’s head and face. Blood gushed out as he fell to the floor, gasping. Unfortunately for him, the sheet still covered his face, making it impossible to breathe.
He choked, gasped repeatedly, but no air came in. Moments later, he collapsed.
Thud!!!
Meanwhile, Alexander and Xylander were in a heated discussion. Each had different ideas about how to protect Daniel, but both agreed danger seemed to be closing in on him from all sides. As they argued, the sound of glass crashing echoed from the room.
Xylander’s mind raced. He ran toward his room with Alexander close behind, only to find the door locked.
"How? Why would the door be locked?" Alexander asked, uneasy.
"Daniel!! Daniel??" Xylander called, panic rising. "Are you okay in there? Reply to us, open the door!"
Silence. Then, footsteps approached the door.
"John, what happened? Why is the door locked?" Xylander asked again, but no answer came.
Click!!
The door opened. Daniel stood there, bandaged neatly, but his clothes were splattered with red stains. Alexander and Xylander knew immediately—it was blood.
Xylander rushed forward, running his hands over Daniel’s body, searching for wounds. But Daniel was untouched. Then whose blood was it?
Alexander’s sharp eyes landed on the corpse inside, disfigured beyond recognition. A shattered bottle lay nearby, coated in blood.
He didn’t even need to ask. Daniel had done this.
"You did this yourself?" Alexander asked, still in disbelief. Daniel only shrugged.
"He tried to poison me with a purple vial," Daniel said flatly. Xylander’s face darkened.
"John? Attacking my groom? That’s impossible," Xylander muttered, shaken. "What’s happening?"
Alexander, however, wasn’t as doubtful. "People change, Xyle. Maybe this was the real him all along," he said, still surveying the scene.
"No, not that sudden. People change, yes, but not someone like John. He valued integrity and reputation more than anything," Xylander insisted.
Daniel didn’t care about the debate. All he knew was that he was hungry, and he wanted a hot bath and dinner.
"It’s a long night already. Can’t you both just get rid of the body and bring me food? I’m starving," Daniel protested.
Xylander smiled softly at his boyish charm. "Okay, your majesty. Your bath will be prepared. And for dinner—we’ll have it with my family. I didn’t introduce you properly during the wedding party due to some interference, but now is the time," Xylander said warmly.
Alexander stared at Daniel, perplexed that he felt no guilt. "Are you not anxious about killing someone?" he asked.
Daniel turned away. "I’ve done worse. As long as it’s self-defense, they can all go to hell. That’s all I care about," he muttered.
Both men were stunned. Who wouldn’t love a not-so-innocent baddie?
Xylander watched him disappear into the bathroom, then spoke firmly. "This nonsense won’t happen again. From now on, Alexander, you’ll follow him everywhere—until the end. I can’t risk him being attacked again."
"And as for John, I’ll do my research to see what really happened," Xylander added, heading for the door just as Alexander’s men entered to clean the mess.
"So... when you say follow him everywhere, does that include the bathroom?" Alexander teased.
He only got a middle finger in return—which made him burst out laughing.