Baron Lawrence's stomach was still painfully twitching, but his mood was suddenly clear. Even though he felt physically uncomfortable, it was much better than the heart-wrenching pain from before.
He picked up the water glass that Enna Clark had placed on the table and tipped his head back to drink.
Enna Clark had come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't get the necklace back. Seeing him drinking from her glass, she immediately stopped him, "Wait, don't drink this water. It's already cold. If you want to drink, I'll get you a new glass."
"No need." Baron Lawrence gulped half the glass down.
The sweet honey water soothed his throat, and his complexion looked much better. He set the cup down, "Enna Clark, did you call a doctor?"
Enna Clark picked up the cup he put down, felt it, and found it was indeed very cold. She frowned and disapprovingly said, "I told you not to drink it, yet you still did."
