“Mr. Dustin Rhys.”


    “Who’s Dustin Rhys? I’ve never heard of him. Get lost, and don’t be an eyesore!” The guardmbasted.


    Every day, many people sent gifts to the Hill family. It had already be a regr urrence for


    them.


    “But Mr. Rhys instructed me to deliver this to Sir Patrick personally.” Edmund was in a hard spot.


    “Hey, do you not understand what I said? I told you to get lost!” The guard was getting impatient.


    Edmund was nervous and shrank back in slight fear. “Could you kindly deliver the message at least?”


    “Who are you to ask me to deliver a message? Get lost before I lose my cool!” The guard’s expression


    was


    cold.


    “What’s the noise about?” At that moment, a tall, well–built man walked out.


    The previously upset guard immediately greeted him with a smile. “Mr. Torben, it’s nothing. A beggar is


    being rowdy and wants to pass a gift to Mr. Patrick. I’ll get him to leave immediately.”


    “Hold up.” Torben raised his hand to stop him and turned his attention toward Edmund. “You know


    Patrick?”


    “No.” Edmund shook his head, his expression filled with fear. “Mr. Rhys asked me to pass a bottle of


    medicinal


    wine to Sir Patrick. Could you kindly pass on the message?”


    “Dustin?” A cold glint shed through his eyes. “So you were sent by him.”


    “It seems like you are acquainted with Mr. Rhys. Thank God.” Edmund was relieved, thinking he had


    met a


    savior.


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    “Mmhm, thank God.” He sneered. “You mentioned a bottle of medicinal wine. It’s for Patrick?”


    Edmund nodded. “That’s right.”


    “It’s not poisoned, is it?” Torben narrowed his eyes.


    “Poisoned?” Edmund was taken aback and waved his hands in panic. “That’s impossible. This is a


    medicinal


    wine to treat the sick. How could it contain poison?”


    “Really? Why don’t you try it then?” He smiled mockingly.


    Edmund smiled apologetically. “This is medicinal wine for Sir Patrick. A person of my status can’t drink


    it.”


    “What? You’re not going to listen to me?” Torben’s expression turned dark. “You not drinking just


    proves that


    the medicinal wine is suspicious. Someone, take him away!”


    “No, no, no. I’ll drink!” Edmund panicked and opened up the bottle in a hurry before taking a sip.


    “That’s too little. Finish the whole bottle!” Torben ordered.


    “What?” Edmund was shocked and at a loss. He would most probably copse if he finished the whole


    bottle.


    “Not going to drink? Let me help you out personally!” Torben grinned, then grabbed a fistful of


    Edmund’s hair


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    and pulled his head down so his mouth was facing upward. At the same time, he grabbed the medicinal


    wine and forced it down his throat.


    As the wine went down his pipes, Edmund coughed and choked uncontrobly until his face flushed


    red. He appeared extremely tormented.


    Torben bellowed inughter. “Drink up! Finish it all, buddy!” The sounds of hisughter never stopped


    as he continued forcing the remaining wine down his throat. He appeared exhrated, as if tormenting


    others was a fun activity.


    Torben didn’t seem satisfied even after he emptied the bottle. He snapped his fingers as he ordered,


    “This person is suspicious and added poison to the wine. Take him away immediately to be served his


    punishment!”


    “I … I didn’t poison the wine.” Edmundid on the floor, barely clinging to life.


    “Bastard, you’re still talking back?” Torben stepped on his face and sneered. “Trash like you at the


    bottom of the food chain are just our toys. Your life is in my hands! I’m in a bad mood today, so I’m


    going to make sure you wish for death!”