Angeline:

I stared at Malcolm, confused. His face had suddenly shifted, turning panicked and as pale as a ghost.

“Malcolm, are you okay?” I murmured, reaching out to touch his hand.

“I-It's about your father, Angie,” he replied, his voice so quiet I almost didn't hear it.

“What is it? Who was that?” Allison rose and moved closer.

Malcolm ended the call and stared at us, his gaze intense. “I just... wait, let me catch my breath for a second.”

“What's going on? Don't keep us in suspense like this,” Allison pressed.

“Carl just called,” Malcolm said, his voice low and grim. “He said the toxin in your father's body......