Chapter 45 – Sweet Poison
Isolde was pacing restlessly around her room, each step churning with hidden doubt, her mind refusing to settle, knowing that Cassius was with her mother at that exact moment.
What were they even talking about?
She had no bloody idea. But…
'I hope — I just hope — nothing goes wrong.' She whispered inwardly, lips pressed into a tight line, her fingers turning a purple ring over and over.
Anesthesia's space ring.
She had already looked inside, and what she found made her curse her family quietly for such blatant favouritism. There were dozens of healing potions — more than five of them Tier Five — alongside essence recovery potions, food, drinks, and a lump of cash.
It was sixteen thousand eight hundred SN. The equivalent, and Cassius would have confirmed it from Earth's perspective, of exactly sixteen thousand eight hundred USD.
