Nora/Camilla’s POV
I sat on a stand in front of the mirror in my room. I was doing my skincare routine, preparing to call it a night when I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said.
Jarvis walked into the room with a tray held in her hands. It was a normal routine of hers- for her to serve me a cup of tonic every night.
“Ma’am, here’s your tonic,” she said, carefully placing it on the table.
I didn’t say anything. I just stared at that cup of tonic. The same cup of tonic they had laced with Ketorolac for months.
And each night, I gulped down the tonic like an i***t.
“Should I wait for the cup or leave it, Ma’am?” Jarvis politely asked with a smile on her face.
I let out a heavy breath, suppressing the storm building up inside of me.
Forcing a smile on my face,
