Avery POV
"How could she do such a thing? That’s too cruel. Since when did she start poisoning you?" I asked, curiosity laced in my tone.
"Ever since I was five, Avery," Aidan said, his voice devoid of emotion, yet the weight of his words made my stomach churn. "She started giving me the poison in small doses, and I began falling sick constantly. Every week, I’d get so ill I thought I wouldn’t make it. My father started to distance himself from me. Why would he waste time on a weak heir? Instead, he focused on his other son, Kieran."
A lump formed in my throat, but I stayed quiet, letting him continue.
"My stepmother would bring in different doctors, and they all said the same thing—I was weak. That I wasn’t meant to survive. And I believed them… until the day I caught her giving instr
