The man’s face twisted in pure fear as the reality of the situation sank in. He shook his head quickly, his voice breaking as he spoke. “How can I do that? I can’t possibly do that!” he stammered. “We are not talking about some ordinary person here. He is practically treated like a grandson by the Hawthorne family. If I go through with this, how am I supposed to survive in North City?”
Mattew’s expression remained completely unchanged. His voice came out cold and steady. “Then go and prepare for your own death and forget about the antidote.”
The man gasped loudly. Panic completely took over him as he scrambled forward and grabbed Mattew’s sleeve tightly. “Wait! Please!” he begged desperately. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Just don’t let me die!”
Mattew looked at him for a long moment without
