Mr. Wright reclined on the sofa, his eyes filled with concern.
Across from him, Georgia watched her mother prepare tea for Mr. Wright, her eyes betraying a hint of calculation as she observed the interaction between Polly and Mr. Wright.
As Polly handed the teacup to Mr. Wright, he took a sip and sighed.
"Have you acquired it?"
"Yes. But its toxicity is too potent. It may not be advisable to use it."
"Give it to me," Mr. Wright persisted.
Polly struggled with her expression, her hands gripping tightly as she attempted to dissuade Mr. Wright.
"If discovered, all our plans will be in vain."
Their years of careful arrangements could be jeopardized by this impulsive decision.
Mr. Wright abruptly rose from his seat, his tone urgent. "Give it to me!"
The suddenness of Mr. Wright's acti
