Chapter 23: Theodore's Past
(Amelia's POV)
"The medicine I gave you won't kill you," I told Ethan casually, watching his terrified expression. "But it will make you wish you were dead."
Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're bluffing. There's no such poison."
I smiled coldly. "As long as you behave, I'll provide the antidote regularly. If not..." I snapped my fingers.
Instantly, Ethan's body convulsed. He clutched his stomach, his face contorting in agony as if his internal organs were being twisted into knots. Sweat poured down his face as he writhed on the ground.
After a minute, I snapped my fingers again, and the pain subsided. Ethan lay there, his face ashen, teeth clenched as he glared at me with impotent rage.
The realization that his life was completely in my hand
