"What exactly did you make Dad consume?" Ashton Heath's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his cold voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of frost, making it impossible not to shiver.
Diana Kinsman's neck was being gripped by him, causing her to gasp for air, and her face turned red.
Yet, she burst into laughter, "Didn't you all just hear it outside? It's poison, the kind that kills quickly once consumed. There's only a few minutes left before the poison takes effect, and you two dutiful sons can watch your father die slowly!"
Ashton Heath's grip tightened, "Diana Kinsman, if anything happens to Dad, do you think you'll make it out of here alive?"
Diana's face turned even redder, struggling to breathe, her eyes wide open, yet she displayed a satisfied and relieved expression, still laughing heartily, "Since… Since I dared to do this, I've already… prepared for the worst."
