Cecilia rolled on the floor while whimpering in pain. “Please… help me. I don’t want to die….”
Rion stepped forward and stopped three steps away from Cecilia. “I have the antidote for that poison,” he said, showing a bottle that was slightly larger than his thumb.
When Cecilia heard that, she raised her face and spit out her own saliva.
“Give it… give it to me,” she said, crawling closer to Rion, then holding out her hand.
“G-give it to me. I beg you,” the woman pleaded in a trembling voice, while Rion stared at her scornfully.
Trish walked over and said, “If you had told the truth, His Majesty would have appreciated your honesty, but you chose to keep lying.” He then stood beside Rion.
“But, I told you the truth.” Cecilia cried with a pained face.
“Let’s go, Trish,” Rion said, walking away from the wicked woman. Trish followed him behind, but Cecilia immediately stopped them when she felt that she had no other choice.
“Wait! I’ll say it. I’ll say it.”
