She turned and ran downstairs, holding her chest. She didn’t know where to go. Her head was spinning. As she struggled to breathe, her vision became blurry. She whispered to herself, “God, please don’t let me die.” She struggled to reach the boy’s quarters where Matthew, her driver, was, and she asked him to quickly drive her to the hospital.
Her heart was pounding hard, the poisoning slowly shutting down her system. As the car entered the hospital gate, Matthew jumped out, shouting at the top of his voice, “Help! Please, somebody help me! She is running out of breath!” Doctors and nurses rushed out immediately with a stretcher.
They opened the car door and gently lifted Naomi out. Please, doctor, save her, Matthew said, his voice trembling in fear. Don’t worry, Ma. You will not die in Jesus Christ’s name, one of the nurses said as they rushed her into the emergency room. Matthew sat in the waiting area with both hands on his head. Minutes felt like hours. He wondered what could have happened to her. A few hours later, Dr.
Andrew opened the door. Matthew rushed toward him. How is she doing, doctor? She is fine, he said, but her condition is very bad. Her heart is weak. Her breathing is slow. The poison had gone down into her system. Poison? Matthew shouted. Who would do such a thing to Madame Naomi? We will find out, Dr. Andrew said.
For now, let’s pray she recovers. After hours on the drip, Naomi’s fingers twitched again. Then her eyelids moved, her eyes opened slowly, tears rolled down her face. She tried to speak, her lips dry and weak. Please, she whispered softly to a nurse. Call Dr. Andrew. When he entered the room, he moved closer and sat beside her bed, worry written all over his face. Madam, he said softly.
Talk to me. What really happened? Naomi sat up slowly. She was still weak, but her mind was clear. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. Doctor, she began in a trembling voice. Someone is trying to kill me. Andrew’s eyes widened. Kill you? Who would do that? Naomi looked away, her hands shaking.
It’s Anita, she whispered. The same girl I saved from the streets with her babies. Conniving with someone in Femy’s family to kill me so they can take over the company and properties. Dr. Andrew froze. Anita, he asked in shock. Are you sure? Naomi nodded slowly. I heard her with my own ears, she said weekly.
She was on a call with a man. Anita has been poisoning my tea every morning before I come down for breakfast. Madame Naomi, he said quietly. You’re telling me this is a planned murder. Naomi nodded again, her voice breaking. Yes, Dr. Andrew, it’s a plan, but I can’t prove it yet. I need evidence. I need to know who else is part of it.
