After hearing Andrea's words, I didn't hesitate: "Go buy the medicine you used to give my mother."
Andrea trembled and got into the car with me.
Benson, the driver, drove to the address she gave. It was a shabby little pharmacy.
Andrea stated the name of the medicine. The owner, who had seemed listless, suddenly looked up. He took out a box of medicine from the innermost cabinet and another bottle from the translucent glass cabinet in front and handed them over.
Back in the car, I saw the two boxes of medicine, and my eyes turned cold.
Aunt Maria muttered, "Isn't this just ordinary medicine?"
I sneered, "One medicine is ordinary, but these two mixed in large doses become chronic poison."
My eyes were fixed on Andrea. The car window reflected my face, which resembled my mother's by s
