"Young Master…" Annabelle could finally speak again.
But by then, Ryan was already sitting on the ground, his face ashen, lips turning purple, and sweat beading on his forehead.
"I'm fine… don't worry…" he murmured.
Annabelle frantically searched through her backpack for the antidote. She pulled out a small medicine bottle, popped the cap, and poured it into her palm—
Only to realize the last pill had already been taken.
Tears fell helplessly.
Ryan forced a weak smile and reached out to wipe them away.
"Never thought… after all my planning, this would be the outcome."
Annabelle didn’t know what he meant by "planning," but right now, the only thing that mattered was keeping him calm to slow the spread of the venom.
Poison absorbed through the mouth spread slower than through the bl
