Aristocrat Mocks Poor Doctor's Boots, Then His Son's Life Hangs In The Balance
Previously: A wealthy Parisian doctor's cruel mockery of a humble physician turns to terror when his own son collapses. The physician's quick thinking saves the boy, exposing the aristocrat's ignorance and arrogance.
The Poisoned Heir
The tension in the room, thick enough to cut with a knife, was shattered by a sudden, violent commotion. Julien Girard, the governor's son, began to gag. His hands flew to his throat, his face contorting in a desperate struggle for air. A horrifying cyanosis spread across his lips, and foam began to bubble at the corners of his mouth. Panic erupted. "He's choking on escargot... someone perform the Heimlich immediately!" Armand cried, his voice cracking with a terror he rarely experienced.
But before anyone else could react, Arthur Moreau was a blur of motion. His rugged frame moved with an astonishing speed and precision. He intercepted Armand's fumbling hands with a swift, decisive movement, his calloused grip knocking Armand's wrist aside with a sharp crack. Armand was unceremoniously shoved back into a plush velvet chair, his shock palpable. Moreau was already at Julien's side, his brow furrowed with intense concentration. He pried open the young man's jaw, his eyes scanning the signs of distress. A penlight beam cut through the dimness, probing Julien's unresponsive pupils.
”A penlight beam cut through the dimness, probing Julien's unresponsive pupils.