The Contracted Stripper

Ryan was on the floor, blood trickling from his mouth.

Iris screamed, her voice echoing through the mansion, as she rushed to him.

“Ryan! Ryan! No, no, no! Please wake up!” she cried, kneeling beside him. “You were fine just a moment ago.

What happened to him?” she asked, her voice trembling with desperation. Sarah, the maid, was pacing around, tears streaming down her face.

“Sarah! Get the ambulance! Call the security now!” Iris commanded, her voice breaking.

Sarah rushed to the phone and dialed for an ambulance. The wait seemed interminable, but finally, the ambulance arrived.

Paramedics hurriedly entered the mansion, assessing Ryan’s condition. They lifted him onto a stretcher and whisked him away to the ambulance, with Iris by his side, her heart pounding.

At the hospital, Ryan was rushed into the emergency room. Iris could only watch as the doctors and nurses worked frantically, trying to stabilize him.

She was left in the waiting area, her mind spinning, her heart aching. She couldn’t stop crying, confused about what had happened and what could have caused Ryan’s sudden collapse.

Before she knew it, Mrs. Rose, Ryan’s mother, Ivy, his sister, and Mr. Kendrick, his father, arrived at the hospital. Ivy, her eyes blazing with anger, stormed towards Iris.

“What happened to my brother?!” Ivy shouted. “You’re evil! If anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

Mrs. Rose, her face pale and stricken with worry, joined in. “How could you let this happen to him?” she demanded.

“I… I don’t know,” Iris stammered, tears streaming down her face. “He was fine, and then… he just collapsed.

“Mr. Kendrick stepped in, his voice firm but calm. “Enough. This isn’t helping. Let’s focus on Ryan.”

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Parker emerged from the emergency room, his face grave but with a glimmer of relief.

“Ryan’s condition is critical, but thank God he’s out of immediate danger.”

“What happened to him?” Mrs. Rose asked, her voice trembling.

Dr. Parker hesitated, then spoke. “It appears Ryan was poisoned. We’ve stabilized him for now, but we’ll need to monitor him closely.”

“Poisoned?!” they all yelled in unison, their voices echoing through the sterile hospital corridor.

“How could this happen?” Ivy demanded, glaring at Iris. “Who would poison my brother?”

“I don’t know,” Iris said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I would never harm him.

Mrs. Rose’s eyes hardened. “Get out, Iris. Stay away from him.”

“We need answers. Who could have done this?”

Dr. Parker interrupted gently. “We’ll run more tests and investigate the source of the poisoning. For now, he’s stable, but we must find out what he ingested.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

As they waited for more news, the atmosphere in the hospital was tense.

Ivy sat with her head in her hands, Mrs. Rose paced back and forth, and Mr. Kendrick stood silently, deep in thought.

Iris remained seated, her eyes red from crying, her heart heavy with worry and guilt.

Hours passed, and finally, Dr. Parker returned with more information. “We’ve identified the poison,” he said. “It’s a rare substance, not something you’d come across by accident.”

“Does that mean someone did this intentionally?” Mr. Kendrick asked, his voice low and dangerous.”It appears so,” Dr. Parker confirmed.

“We’ll need to notify the authorities and start an investigation.”Iris felt a chill run down her spine. Who could have wanted to harm Ryan? She thought about their recent interactions, trying to recall any suspicious behavior or strange occurrences.

The police arrived shortly after, and Detective Harris took charge of the investigation. He questioned everyone, starting with Iris.

“Mrs. Iris, can you tell me about the events leading up to Mr. Ryan’s collapse?” he asked, his tone professional but probing.

Iris recounted the evening, her voice shaking as she described the dinner and her brief trip upstairs. “I was only gone for a few minutes,” she said, her voice breaking. “When I came back, he was on the floor.”

Iris was thoroughly investigated, facing accusatory questions.

“Why did you make the food?” Detective Harris asked, his tone sharp.”I always cook for Ryan,” Iris replied, her voice shaking.

“There was nothing unusual about it.”

“But someone introduced poison into the meal,” the detective pressed. “Are you saying you have no idea how it happened?”

“I swear, I don’t know,” Iris said, tears streaming down her face. “I would never harm Ryan.”

Detective Harris nodded, jotting down notes. “Did you notice anything unusual about the food or drink?”

“No, everything seemed normal,” Iris replied, her mind racing.

“Sarah, our maid, served the food. She was with us the whole time.”The detective turned to Sarah, who was still visibly shaken.

“Did you see anything suspicious, Sarah?”Sarah shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No, sir. Everything was fine. I just… I don’t understand how this happened.”As the investigation continued, the family remained on edge.

Detective Harris and his team collected samples from the house and questioned everyone who had access to the mansion including the chauffeur, security, and other workers in the mansion.

Later that evening, as Iris sat by Ryan’s bedside, holding his hand, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had deliberately targeted him.

Does that mean someone in the mansion hates Ryan and wants to kill him? But who? And why? Ryan’s breathing was steady, but he hadn’t regained consciousness.

Iris’s heart ached as she looked at him, praying for his recovery.

The pressure was relentless, and Iris felt like she was being torn apart.

Meanwhile, Ivy reached out to Bella. When Bella hit the news, she rushed to the hospital immediately.

Surprised, she consoled Ivy and Mrs. Rose, indirectly accusing Iris.”I can’t believe this,” Bella said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“How could anyone do this to Ryan? Poor Ivy, poor Mrs. Rose.”Ivy’s eyes were filled with tears. “I know, Bella. It’s terrible. could Iris be behind this?”

Bella spent more time with Ryan, taking care of him. Iris was denied access to his room, only able to stand outside, looking in through the transparent glass window.

She cried her eyes out for days, but no one seemed to care. It mattered less to anyone.

One evening, as Iris stood outside Ryan’s room, Bella walked by and gave her a cold look.

“You thought you could get away with this, didn’t you?” she hissed.

“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Iris pleaded, her voice breaking. “You have to believe me.”

“Believe you?” Bella scoffed. “You’re the only one with access to the food. The only one who could have done it.”

Iris watched as Bella entered Ryan’s room, her heart aching. She felt utterly helpless, knowing that she was being blamed for something she didn’t do.

Meanwhile, Ryan’s condition slowly improved. He began to regain consciousness, and the doctors were hopeful about his recovery.

Weeks passed, and the investigation continued. The police discovered that the poison had been introduced into the food shortly before it was served.

It was a chilling realization that someone within their circle had orchestrated the attack.

As Iris stood by the glass window, Ryan’s eyes fluttered open.

He looked around, disoriented, before his gaze settled on her.

“Iris?” he croaked, his voice weak.

I’m here, Ryan,” Iris said, tears streaming down her face. “You’re going to be okay.”Ryan’s eyes filled with confusion and pain. “What happened?”

“You were poisoned,” Iris explained, her voice trembling. “But you’re safe now. We’re going to find out who did this to you.

“Ryan’s grip on her hand tightened. “Iris, I remember something.

Before I collapsed… I saw someone…”

“Who, Ryan? Who did you see?” Iris asked urgently…..