Thus, Dahlia took a deep breath and asked, "Do you carry the poison with you?"
"I give it to the head butler. What's wrong?" Henry asked back.
"Then give it to me. I will be the one giving him the poison," Dahlia volunteered.
Henry's eyes widened, "No, you don't have to do that. This is between Marlon and I!"
"You may enter the world where it's kill or be killed. But I do not allow you to kill your own father. I don't want you to regret what you've done in the future," Dahlia insisted. "So I will carry out the job. This is also a personal problem between Marlon and I. He murdered my son with poison, so I will do the same."
Henry hesitated. He wanted to reject his mother's suggestion, but before he could say a thing, Dahlia suddenly turned her head towards the butler and said, "Pour the poison into a glass of wine and give it to me."
"No, I haven't given you the order yet!" Henry yelled at the head butler, which made him tense.
