Benjamin’s gaze was icy, his expression unreadable.
“We’ll see whether you’re telling the truth. If you’re lying, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death.”
The angrier he got, the calmer his tone became.
Dr. Hardiman trembled in fear, all strength draining from his body.
He stared at the proud, noble man before him—someone who could crush a person’s dignity with just a few words, utterly ruthless.
Still, he was gambling everything now. After all, Benjamin hadn’t presented any evidence yet.
“It was Kevin,” Dr. Hardiman blurted. “Miss Lowe asked me to treat the young master, but it was Kevin who actually poisoned him.”
It was true—Kevin and Emma had conspired to administer the poison.
If Benjamin believed this, he could get a hefty sum from Miranda and then flee with his family t
