Before I could even speak, Arton had already noticed me. He seemed a bit surprised, his eyes avoiding mine. "M-Ms. Chloe."

I shot him a stern look, my gaze piercing as I asked, "What are you doing here?"

The tall and sturdy Arton lowered his head, muttering, "I-I just wanted to check on her condition."

"And?" I pressed on.

At that moment, one of the policemen who had retreated into the room earlier ran out. He shouted for a doctor, his voice filled with urgency.

Alarmed, I had a sudden premonition that something was wrong. I rushed toward the room.

Lauren, the remaining police officer, and Arton all followed suit. Simultaneously, a group of medical staff hurried toward Melanie's room.

Upon entering, they checked the instruments, and the doctor shouted, "Quick, initiate resuscitation."

By now, I had also entered the room, witnessing Melanie continuously foaming at the mouth and her body convulsing.

After bending down to smell the expelled substance, the doctor declared, "She's