Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 717 - 718

"Ms. Rose, thank heavens you’re here at last," the housemaid gasped, flinging the door wide open as Rose arrived.

At that moment, Serena was no longer in bed. She had been tossing everything from table lamps to vases at the servants, and in a blink, she had dashed to the edge of the balcony, threatening loudly, "If you don’t let me see Romeo, I’ll jump right off this ledge!"

Everyone was speechless.

Darren, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, was petrified.

"Serena, what on Earth are you doing? Get down from there, it’s dangerous!"

Serena paused, her eyes locking onto his, recognition flickering.

"Let’s talk this out downstairs, come on. You’re giving me a heart attack here."

It was Darren’s first time witnessing his granddaughter’s drunken tantrums, and it was a terrifying sight.

Without warning, Serena vaulted over the railing and ran towards Darren, wrapping her arms around him with joy, "Romeo, you’ve finally come! They wouldn’t let us be together. They locked me up! Did you come to rescue me? I knew you would."

"Serena, what are you thinking? I’m your grandfather!" Darren exclaimed, pulling back as Serena moved in to kiss him. "What are you all waiting for? Help me out here!"

Serena’s drunken frenzy was downright horrifying.

Belinda had just arrived at the scene and was shocked to see Serena squinting her eyes, ready to smother Darren with kisses.

She was frightened and quickly grabbed Serena’s hand, saying, "Serena, what are you doing? He’s your grandfather."

"Rosemary? You again, you wretch! Romeo doesn’t even like you, why are you here?" Serena shoved Belinda away fiercely.

Belinda staggered backward several steps and would have fallen if Rose hadn’t caught her in time.

"What in the world has gotten into this child? A glass of wine and she’s this wasted?" Belinda asked, still in shock.

"Romeo, Romeo." Serena lunged for Darren again.

"Serena!"

Bard, who had just arrived, shouted sharply. His displeasure snapped Serena out of her daze.

"Romeo, so you were here."

She glanced at Darren again, her expression a mix of disgust and disdain. "Martin? How dare you impersonate Romeo, trying to steal a kiss? Shame on you! I almost fell for it!"

She raised her hand to hit Darren, but Bard quickly grabbed her wrist.

Serena was still smitten. "Romeo, you’re so handsome, so strong."

Everyone was helpless.

"So, you must be Rosemary!" Serena noticed Eunice standing nearby, her arms crossed, and raised her hand to slap her. "You homewrecker, it’s because of you that Romeo and I aren’t married. We might’ve even had kids by now. You little mistress, ruining others’ happiness."

Darren and Belinda were both frantic to hear such scandalous words from Serena.

"Rose, you got any bright ideas? We can’t let it go on like this!" Darren couldn’t bear to watch Serena’s state any longer.

"Do you want to team up with Rosemary against me? Martin, you traitor! Both of you, stay away from me."

"Can we just knock her out?" Eunice had enough of the incessant babbling. "If nobody else will do it, I’ll take the swing."

The servants all wished they could nod in eager agreement, silently cheering for their madam to take charge.

"Hold on a second, let’s see here," Rosemary intervened. "You all just hold her down for now."

Rosemary had suspected something was off with that glass of lemonade, but she’d never seen anyone go bonkers quite like this.

"What are you trying to do? Stay away from me! Romeo, come save me."

Serena clung to Bard tightly. "They’re trying to tear us apart."

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances.

Bard held her steady as the other servants grasped her firmly. Rosemary’s hand rested on Serena’s wrist, feeling for her pulse, which was erratic and strange.

"She has several toxins interacting within her body. The worst is a hallucinogenic neurotoxin, causing delusions about time, space, and people. She could even spiral into self-deformation, delusions, and thought disorder. There’s also something wreaking havoc on her gut flora, leading to acute digestive issues—non-stop flatulence, bloating, diarrhea."

"You mean, she’s been drugged?" Belinda was incredulous and furious. "Who would dare to target a member of the Griffith family?"

"Could it be related to the lemonade she drank tonight?" Eunice chimed in.

At dinner, she had noticed Serena and Rosemary acting weird. Could Serena have tried to drug Rose and accidentally poisoned herself?

"It’s possible." Rosemary had no concrete evidence linking Serena to the lemonade.

Eunice took out her phone and called the restaurant manager. "Is the glass Serena drank lemonade from still around?"

"It’s been washed and sterilized," the manager responded, puzzled. "Is there something you need? Did you fancy the glass, or was there an issue with the lemonade?"

"Never mind, forget it."

After hanging up, Rosemary mentioned, "I smelled that lemonade. It was just normal lemonade. If the drug dissolved in it, and she drank it all, there’s no way to trace it now. Whoever made it must be pretty skilled."

Eunice’s mind raced at the thought of such a drug. She glanced at Serena. Could she have bought the drug?

Serena was still going crazy when Rosemary said coldly, "It’s not that we can’t help her. We’d need thirty-four different ingredients, simmered on low heat for six hours. By that time, she’d probably have recovered on her own."

"Are those ingredients hard to find?" Bard inquired.

"Some might take half a day to collect."

It wasn’t that Rosemary was unwilling to help; she simply didn’t have access to the necessary ingredients. Besides, Serena had intended to harm her; there was no obligation to save her.

"Is there no other way?" Bard pressed, unable to stand by and watch Serena suffer.

"If she hadn’t drunk that whiskey, acupuncture might’ve been an option. But with the alcohol reacting with the toxins in her system, it could be fatal."

Rosemary stated frankly, "All we can do now is wait for her to recover naturally."

The gathered crowd hadn’t expected this outcome and couldn’t help but ask, "How long will that take?"

"Roughly ten hours."

Serena had already been causing a scene for two hours, with ten more to endure.

It made everyone’s heart sink. Who could withstand such an ordeal?

The servants looked petrified, each praying not to be assigned to tend to Serena.

"If we leave her be, will it be life-threatening?" Eunice asked with concern.

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