"What in the world is happening?!"
Lana Cook's composure shattered in an instant, her face turning deathly pale.
"Mr. Russell, please, think of something!" she pleaded in desperation.
"Hold on, let me assess the situation first," Caleb Russell replied, his expression grave.
He hurried forward, fumbling in his examination before letting out a helpless sigh.
"Alas, the witchcraft poison afflicting Mr. Cook is far too potent. The fact that I've managed to prolong his lucidity until now is nothing short of miraculous!"
"You all... should start preparing for his funeral," he solemnly advised.
"What?! Prepare for his funeral?"
The room went into a state of shock.
His words struck like thunder, leaving everyone in disbelief.
If even Mr. Russell conceded defeat, then Mr. Ryan Cook's fate
