"Mr. Dustin Rhys."
"Who's Dustin Rhys? I've never heard of him. Get lost, and don't be an ey
esore!" The guard lambasted. Every day, many people sent gifts to the Hil
l family. It had already become a regular occurrence for them.
"But Mr. Rhys instructed me to deliver this to Sir Patrick personally." E
dmund was in a hard spot.
"Hey, do you not understand what I said? I told you to get lost!" The gua
rd was getting impatient.
Edmund was nervous and
shrank back in slight fear. "Could you kindly deliver the message at leas
t?"
"Who are you to ask me to deliver a message? Get lost before I lose my co
ol!" The guard's expression was
cold.
"What's the noise about?" At that moment, a tall, well–
built man walked out.
The previously upset guard immediately greeted him with a smile. "Mr. Tor
ben, it's nothing. A beggar is being rowdy and wants
to pass a gift to Mr. Patrick. I'll get him to leave immediately."
"Hold up." Torben raised his hand to stop him and turned his attention to
ward Edmund. "You know Patrick?"
"No." Edmund shook his head, his expression filled with fear. "Mr. Rhys a
sked me to pass a bottle of medicinal
wine to Sir Patrick. Could you kindly pass on the message?"
"Dustin?" A cold glint flashed through his eyes. "So you were sent by him
."
"It seems like you are acquainted with Mr. Rhys. Thank God." Edmund was r
elieved, thinking he had met a
savior.
"Mmhm, thank God." He sneered. "You mentioned a bottle of medicinal wine.
It's for Patrick?"
Edmund nodded. "That's right."
"It's not poisoned, is it?" Torben narrowed his eyes.
"Poisoned?" Edmund was taken aback and waved his hands in panic. "That's
impossible. This is a medicinal
wine to treat the sick. How could it contain poison?"
"Really? Why don't you try it then?" He smiled mockingly.
Edmund smiled apologetically. "This is medicinal wine for Sir Patrick. A
person of my status can't drink it."
"What? You're not going to listen to me?" Torben's expression turned dark
. "You not drinking just proves that
the medicinal wine is suspicious. Someone, take him away!"
"No, no, no. I'll drink!" Edmund panicked and opened up the bottle in a h
urry before taking a sip.
"That's too little. Finish the whole bottle!" Torben ordered.
"What?" Edmund was shocked and at a loss. He would most probably collapse
if he finished the whole bottle.
"Not going to drink? Let me help you out personally!" Torben grinned, the
n grabbed a fistful of Edmund's hair
and pulled his head down so his mouth was facing upward. At the same time
, he grabbed the medicinal wine and forced it down his throat.
As the wine went down his pipes, Edmund coughed and choked uncontrollably
until his face flushed red. He appeared extremely tormented.
Torben bellowed in laughter. "Drink up! Finish it all, buddy!" The sounds
of his laughter never stopped as he continued forcing the remaining wine
down his throat. He appeared exhilarated, as if tormenting others was a
fun activity.
Torben didn't seem satisfied even after he emptied the bottle. He snapped
his fingers as he ordered, "This person is suspicious and added poison t
o the wine. Take him away immediately to be served his punishment!"
"I … I didn't poison the wine." Edmund laid on the floor, barely clinging
to life.
"Bastard, you're still talking back?" Torben stepped on his face and snee
red. "Trash like you at the bottom of the food chain are just our toys. Y
our life is in my hands! I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm going to make su
re you wish for death!"