Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 344 The early hours at the emergency inary clinic passed in a blur of anxiety, medical procedures, and silent prayers. We waited in the lobby until the attending veterinarian, Dr. Mitchell, finally came out to speak with us about Ginger's condition. His words brought relief, but also a new concern we hadn't been expecting. "She's a very smart girl," Dr. Mitchell said, drying his hands on a towel after examining her. "From what we can tell, she only ate a small amount of the chocolate and then stopped. It seems like she realized it was making her fer sick.

Maybe the way it tasted or smelled. That likely saved her life."" Tears of relief immediately filled my eyes. Our Ginger had been smart enough to stop when something felt wrong. "We performed all the standard protocols for chocolate poisoning," the vet continued. "We induced vomiting, administered activated charcoal, and started IV fluids to help flush the toxins from her system. She's going to be okay. But there is something that concerns me." My chest tightened again. There was always a but. "The symptoms don't fully match a straightforward chocolate intoxication," Dr.

Mitchell explained, his brow creasing slightly. "It's as if there may be something else involved... something we can't immediately identify. As a precaution, we're going to keep her hospitalized overnight for observation, and we've sent samples of the chocolate for full laboratory analysis." "Something else?" Nate asked, tension sharpening his voice. "What do you mean?" "It could be an unusually strong individual reaction," the vet said carefully. "Or it could indicate the presence of additional toxic substances.

for me to stay with her overnight for

us. When the phone rang later that morning, it was almost eleven. Despite the long night, I'd been awake for hours already. Oliver had promised to call the moment he had definitive news. "Annie?" His voice sounded tired, but upbeat. "She's doing much better. Alert, responsive,

greeted us with a smile, but also with the look of someone who had important information to share. "First, let me take you to see her," he said, leading us down the hallway. The moment he opened the he door to

and dropping to my knees to accept the enthusiastic kisses she showered me with. She

asked, joining us on the floor and letting Ginger split her attention between the two of us. "Much better," Oliver confirmed. "Her recovery has been impressive. She responded extremely well to treatment." "But we received some concerning information from the lab," Dr. Mitchell said, his expression turning serious. "The report detected traces of another substance in the chocolates. An amount that would be lethal to a human, but something dogs can metabolize more effectively. Ginger was lucky she ate very little, and