Gritting his teeth, he glared at Nathaniel and hissed, âYou bastard, how dare you help an outsider deal with your own uncle? Donât forget this is your motherâs fault! She should be punished too if I am convicted.
If I am to be tortured by these concoctions, so should she.
â
Nathaniel did not rise to his uncleâs provocation.
âShe made a mistake, and she should be punished.
In fact, Iâve already taken the punishment for her.
â
The drug Nathaniel took had almost killed him, and he would never forget the agony.
He proved his loyalty to Lucinda, and then his care for his mother.
Enoch had run out of excuses.
Enoch was not satisfied, but Lucindaâs four bodyguards looked tough.
None of them would be easily overcome.
Even if he had his own bodyguards, it would not be enough.
He softened his tone.
âLucinda, I mean, Miss Ross, I ask that you spare me.
Iâm too old to survive such torment.
â She smiled.
âSince you asked so nicely, I agree.
In exchange for 1% of the Roberts Groupâs shares, I will allow you to drink a single bottle per day.
â
In other words, if Enoch gave up all his shares, he would not need to drink any of the potions.
Zola and Coco thought it was a good idea.
âHoney, the stock price of Roberts Group has fallen so far that the shares have no value.
Just give them to her already!â
He refused.
âStupid woman!â
It was obviously a set-up.
Lucindaâs sole reason for being here was to take his shares.
The shares were their only source of income, and the last thing Logan left him.
Enoch wouldnât give them to an outsider.
âHave you decided?â Lucinda asked.
âI will never give up my shares.
â
He stared at the open box and took a deep breath.
He chose three bottles and swallowed the contents, paying no attention to the taste.
When they were empty, he squatted on the floor and retched.
His wife and daughter rushed to help him.
His face turned pale, and he trembled with fear.
âHurry! Call the doctor before I die!â