She is addicted（2）

Jane blinked and saw the pained expression on Oliver Ford's face. He must have found out about her late-stage throat cancer. And with his furrowed brow, it seemed that her time was up. No, she had to find the child that Natalie Mitchell had stolen before she died.

She tried to get up from the hospital bed, but Oliver Ford pressed her down. "Jane, you've been poisoned. The doctor said you can't move around. We have to eliminate some of the toxins before we can save your life."

Oliver Ford sounded urgent and would not let Jane leave the bed.

Jane was stunned for a moment, wanting to speak urgently. She took off her oxygen mask, but her lips moved without a sound coming out of her throat. All she could do was make a wheezing noise: "What's...wrong with me?"

Oliver Ford looked pained. "You've been poisoned. The toxins have spread throughout your body, and we have to detoxify slowly to save your life."

Could she... survive?

Wasn't she dying of throat cancer?

Was she poisoned?

Even though her body was damaged, could she still live?

Was it possible?

Jane looked at Oliver Ford with questioning eyes. She really, really wanted to know.

Ever since Carl Edwards told her about her throat cancer, she had always thought she was going to die. But, oh, yes, how could she trust what Carl Edwards said?

That scumbag Carl Edwards, and she actually believed him?

Seeing her look so agitated, Oliver Ford took her hand and soothed her. "Jane, you need to calm down. You're going to be okay. You'll be fine, I promise."

Although he said that, Oliver Ford's eyes were red.

Why is he so upset?

Is it more than just being poisoned?

"What will happen to me?" She pointed to herself, still only able to produce a raspy sound.

Oliver Ford swallowed the bitter pain in his throat. "The doctor says this is a rare type of neurotoxin that can directly damage the recurrent laryngeal nerve, causing stiffness in the muscles on both sides of the vocal cords, and preventing the poisoned person from speaking normally."

If she couldn't even speak normally, she wouldn't be able to sing, let alone perform.

No wonder she had been coughing incessantly!

It turned out that someone had poisoned her!

Someone had intentionally tried to damage her voice and even tried to take her life!

Judging from Oliver Ford's expression, she probably wouldn't be able to sing again, but it didn't matter. As long as she could continue to live, there would be a chance for everything to change.

"Mitchel... Natalie..." Now that she knew she wasn't going to die, she would have more time to find the truth. The most pressing matter was to go see Natalie Mitchel.

Oliver Ford shook his head at her. "Don't worry about that now. You need to focus on getting better first."

She did feel very uncomfortable all over, unable to muster any strength, and probably had difficulty walking. She had to endure and receive treatment first.

She didn't know what method the doctor was using to detoxify her. She was in a constant drowsy state, and there was no clock in the hospital room. She didn't even know where her phone was, and her sense of time was blurry.

One day, while she was dozing off, she heard Oliver Ford's firm voice. "Jane must not be told about this. The doctor says that not only is she poisoned, but she's also overthinking things. She's already suffered enough, and we can't let her suffer any more."

Awu's voice continued, "I agree. Jane has been through too much. Let's let her recover first."

George Hayes let out a sigh. "Then we'll keep it from her for now and tell her when she's better."

After several days of treatment, Jane opened her eyes. Her breathing was steady, and she no longer needed an oxygen mask. Although her damaged vocal cords prevented her from speaking normally, she believed that her gaze conveyed her question to the three of them.

Oliver Ford spoke up, "I'll go get Jane some dinner." He turned and walked out, with Awu following behind, looking a bit uneasy.

Left behind, George Hayes hesitated for a moment before sitting down on a chair and meeting Jane's gaze, struggling to find the right words.

"What happened?" Jane managed to force out the words, using all of her strength.

George Hayes wiped his face and looked into Jane's dark, shining eyes. "Natalie Mitchel has died."