At those words, Calvin’s expression darkened slightly. His brows drew together as he stepped forward.

“Doctor,” he said slowly, his voice firm, “what do you mean by that? Please explain.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses.

“Sir, the allergic reaction didn’t come from the coffee itself. It came from the cream mixed in it. If Miss Guinevere drinks coffee regularly, she should be aware of her sensitivity to dairy. It’s possible she simply made a mistake.”

“With all due respect,” Guinevere snapped, her voice sharp despite her weakened state, “are you trying to say I’m lying? I truly did not know I had such an allergy.”

Before the doctor could respond,...