The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 471

"Male patient, mid-fifties, exposure to toxins exceeding a decade..."

Malcolm took the tablet, his eyes scanning the data rapidly, his brow furrowing as he read.

"This poison... is indeed rare. And given the patient's current physical condition..."

The lighting in the café was soft, contrasting with the setting sun sinking outside the window. The table in front of Leilani and Malcolm was strewn with documents and notes. Their coffee cups had long since been drained, yet their discussion only grew more intense.

Malcolm was straightforward by nature, and Leilani was equally pragmatic. Their exchange didn't generate the friction Floyd had worried about; instead, it was remarkably harmonious.

Leilani glanced at the darkening sky outside, surprised. They had dived so deep into the case that she hadn't realized how quickly time had flown. Night had fallen before she knew it.

Unfortunately, despite their pleasant rapport, Payton had been poisoned for over ten years, and the toxicity in his system was incredibly complex. Even after an entire afternoon of debate, they hadn't found a breakthrough.

Leilani accepted this outcome with composure. "To be honest, this patient's condition is extremely rare. Expecting to find a solution on day one isn't realistic."

Malcolm organized the files and looked up. "Will you be staying in Garrison City for a while?"

"Yes, I'll be here for at least another week. If you don't mind, I might have to bother you frequently."

Malcolm chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He paused, his gaze sincere. "Actually, Mr. Dillon often mentioned you. He said you were young but possessed extraordinary talent. Meeting you today, I see he wasn't exaggerating."

Leilani raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Dillon praised me like that?"

"And more."

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