Her words twisted my heart tight in an instant. I had no clue what she was talking about, but a nameless cold dread still crept through my veins, spreading slow and silent.
I knitted my brows tight, wondering what venomous trick she was plotting this time.
Mila tilted her head slightly. Her gaze was like a viper flicking its tongue, cold and sharp as it locked onto me. Then she spoke, slow and clear, drawing out every word. "You have always had a habit of drinking a glass of water after doing that thing, haven't you?" she said.
"Ever since you found that medical record, I ordered her to slip a slow-acting poison into every glass you drink," she continued. "Day after day, month after month, your body has been rotting away from the inside for ages now."
My heart plummeted like a stone. I
