Because Lucy Eaton was in a coma, she was spared the pain. Also, because she hadn't been given anesthesia, she woke up particularly quickly, regaining consciousness just as the poison was being administered.
The voices of Arthur Bennett's subordinates were heard near her ear.
"This is a deadly poison; she surely won't survive."
"If she does survive, that would truly be a miracle. Let's not waste time—let's dispose of her body quickly."
"Hmm, what about the ring on her hand?"
"It's a diamond ring, definitely worth a lot of money. After we've handled this, we'll report back to His Highness and let him decide."
"Alright."
The so-called deadly poison had no effect whatsoever on Lucy Eaton's body, but how could they have known that the poison couldn't kill her?
Her legs ached as though they were broken bones, and her complexion was as pale as paper. Even as the pain tugged at her nerves, she refused to utter a sound.
