Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Living in Your Heart (Part 1)

"If a wife is extremely charming, no man would go looking for another woman, right? Look into your own issues."

"How misogynistic is that?" Flora Palmer sneered, "Like saying if a woman gets assaulted, it’s because she wore too little, unable to control your own little brother, don’t blame everything on the partner."

"Flora, you were much cuter when you just got married." Arthur Bennett put the toothbrush in his mouth.

"When you treated me like a fool, spinning me around, that seemed cute to you."

She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went out first.

As soon as she sat on the bed, she heard a cry of pain from the bathroom.

She got up to check, and saw Arthur Bennett holding his head with a pained expression.

"Call a doctor..."

"I’ll go now."

She opened the bedroom door and said to Lewis, "Call the doctor. He doesn’t know what’s going on and seems to have a terrible headache."

"Yes."

Lewis nodded and complied immediately.

When the doctor arrived, Arthur Bennett was slumped at the sink, his face frighteningly pale, as if it had been washed with water.

A few doctors quickly carried him away on a stretcher.

Flora Palmer and Lewis went along with them.

After a series of examinations, the doctors were all quite shocked.

It hadn’t been long since Arthur Bennett’s last physical, yet he was already deeply poisoned.

The President and First Lady were furious, demanding the matter be kept confidential, and anyone leaking the news would be held accountable, ordering several top-notch investigators to find the poisoner.

Flora Palmer was very tense. Initially, Lucy Eaton had her give Arthur Bennett one pill a week, but later Jacob Green told her to increase it to two per week. Afraid of lost opportunities, she gave him three pills this past week, leading to this quick manifestation of toxicity.

Despite her tension, she felt incredibly pleased. Arthur Bennett wanted her to die in childbirth; not so easily.

After an hour of treatment, Arthur Bennett’s toxicity was temporarily controlled.

But the doctor’s words made the First Lady burst into tears.

"This poison has no cure, and there’s no antidote; right now, it can only be temporarily controlled, but it develops resistance, unable to stop the ongoing toxicity."

"There is no poison in the world that’s entirely incurable. If there is, it’s just that no countermeasure has been found yet!" The President, exasperated, notified his secretary, "Immediately find a decryption doctor, whoever can solve this will be richly rewarded."

The secretary dared not slack, naturally doing exactly as he was told.

Though the Presidential Mansion appeared calm, internally, it was in chaos.

Flora Palmer returned to her bedroom, dazedly staring at the floor for a long time.

She had Lewis pass a message to Theodore Fenn, who then passed it to Nathaniel Green.

Ultimately, it reached Jacob Green’s ears.

He had long anticipated Arthur Bennett would have this day, but didn’t expect it to be so much quicker than he thought, and also guessed Flora Palmer gave him extra pills.

"Sir, what should we do next? Monitor the situation or...?" Nathaniel Green inquired on the phone.

"Given the capabilities of the Presidential Mansion, tracking it to Flora Palmer wouldn’t be difficult, after all, there aren’t many people who could poison him quietly, but finding out is one thing, having no evidence is another. Have Flora flush the remaining pills down the toilet; be it being investigated or questioned, tell her not to panic. With the Palmer Family around, without evidence, the President won’t do anything to her, especially since she’s pregnant. At this critical juncture, she can’t flee; fleeing would show a guilty conscience. She must face everyone with the posture that she has done nothing wrong."

"Got it, I’ll pass the message to her."

Remarkably, just as Flora Palmer flushed the pills down the toilet, the investigation team knocked on the door.

She calmed her nerves and went to open the door.

"Great Princess Consort, regarding Your Highness’s poisoning, we would like to ask you some questions."

"Come in and sit." She remained calm, turning to sit by the sofa first.

Casually picking up a nearly finished cross-stitch, "Ask whatever you like."

The investigators watched her with sharp eyes, not missing any bit of expression on her face.

But disappointingly, she showed no expression, simply focusing on her cross-stitching.

"It’s been only four months since Your Highness’s last health check, and over these four months, every meal and drink Your Highness had was checked by several people, none finding any issues. Your Highness said he would have some tea and wine here before sleeping at night, so we have every reason to suspect it was the Great Princess Consort who poisoned him."

"You can suspect all you want." Flora Palmer looked up and replied, "But in such a significant matter, suspicion isn’t enough for conviction. Without evidence, you can’t indict me for anything."

"Right now, there’s only one way to prove the Great Princess Consort’s innocence: hypnosis."

Hypnosis?!

Flora Palmer hadn’t expected this; she knew this as a way to unconsciously spill the truth.

She couldn’t accept hypnosis.

Absolutely not.

"What if I refuse?" She knew the hypnotized must fully trust the hypnotist and follow their guidance, otherwise, hypnosis wouldn’t proceed.

"If you refuse to cooperate, we’ll have to consult with the President and First Lady, and the consequences you would bear yourself."

"Please do."

The investigators left, and when the door shut, Flora Palmer’s hands kept shaking. Lewis noticed and already knew the answer in his heart.

"Miss."

"I’m fine, don’t worry."

Flora Palmer sat down at the bed, pressing her trembling hand firmly with the other.

Pulled open the bedside table, she took out paper and a pen, and personally wrote him a dismissal letter, "From this moment, you are no longer my bodyguard."

Lewis looked at her, shocked, "Miss..."

"I will definitely be locked up next; staying with me won’t help and may entangle you. I won’t be in any danger; first, I’m the Palmer Family’s daughter, second, I have a baby in my belly, third, there’s no evidence proving I poisoned him, fourth, and there’s someone else in the picture."

Who ’that person’ was, went without saying.

"Does Miss think I can leave the Presidential Mansion now?"

"I know you can’t leave now," she replied, "but at least with this dismissal letter, I can ensure you won’t be implicated."

Lewis’s expression grew complex, silent and speechless.

Neither spoke again; about twenty minutes later, the investigators carried out the President’s order and took Flora Palmer away.

The detention place wasn’t too poor, but compared to where she lived, it seemed simplistic.

The entire room had only a very small window, with a dim light dangling overhead. Since it was winter, and there was no heating, Flora Palmer felt an extraordinary chill the moment she entered.

She placed her hand on her stomach, silently telling herself: Baby, I’m sorry you have to go through this, but Mommy will definitely bring you out.