Chapter 181

Icarus wasn't sure exactly what type of poison it was yet, but he was certain these were clear symptoms of poisoning. Faramond and Ramona were still arguing with Ruth, urging the bodyguards to take Michael to the car and rush him to the hospital. Seeing their frantic actions, Icarus frowned slightly. "Enough! Put Mike back in his room and let Dr. Frye take a look. I trust him," Jeremiah's firm voice rang out as he emerged from the house, sitting in his wheelchair. "Dad…" Faramond's face tightened, and it looked like he wanted to protest. "No more arguing. Get Mike to his room immediately so Dr. Frye can examine him," Jeremiah commanded, his eyes sharp, his voice carrying authority. Faramond and Ramona exchanged uneasy glances but stayed silent, no longer resisting. … Once Michael was laid on the bed, Icarus extended his hand and checked his pulse. It was weak—Michael was in critical condition. Wasting no time, Icarus began channeling vital energy into Michael's body, sending