I'm sorry

My eyes flew wide open, and I let out a yawn, feeling more relaxed than ever. Now, it felt as if I was completely healed and I was never poisoned.

As soon as Wyatt is back, I’ll let him know that I feel great and we can leave the hospital already.

According to my knowledge, the poison that can kill me has to be much more potent than the one I’ve ever tasted in the past. And the mediocre one that was sent over wasn’t the one.

Talking about poisons, I think I might have become mithridatic considering that, at the end of the various heinous subjections of poison, Henry is always shocked that I’m still alive after all the torture and subjections.

Suddenly, a particular gaze fell on me, resulting in furrowed brows.

I turned my face towards the door. My frown contorted tighter upon seeing Asher sitting in my ward—alone.

A surge of fury invaded me immediately. I rolled my eyes and scoffed coldly at Asher. “You don’t need to watch over me.” I scowled at him without bothering to land my ey