"Mum, shouldn’t those drugs be working on him externally by now?" Daniel asked, pacing with frustration evident in his every step.
Aunt Gomez, seated comfortably, waved off his impatience.
"You don’t rush something as delicate as this. A death that starts within is far sweeter, Daniel. The damage will creep through his brain, unnoticed at first. By the time it begins to show outwardly, it’ll already be too late."
Daniel scoffed, his jaw tightening. "It’s just annoying to see him walking around like he owns the world."
Aunt Gomez chuckled, a dark glint in her eyes.
"You should be glad it hasn’t started manifesting yet. Early symptoms could lead to intervention. No, this way is better and cleaner. He’ll crumble when no one can save him."
Daniel clenched his fists. "I can’t wait."
Befo
