Chapter 432: The Fugitive Who Disappeared

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Poisoned wine. Aldrich had been poisoned, and the target had been him alone. The words struck me like molten lava, searing through my veins with unbearable pain. My heart felt as though it was being consumed by acid, the anguish spreading to every corner of my body. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I could hear was the echo of those two words, reverberating in my mind like a cruel mantra. Aldrich. No, no, no. I felt my body trembling uncontrollably, the weight of the Crown Prince’s words crushing me. As much as I wanted to dismiss them as lies, I knew deep down that he was telling the truth. The venom in his voice, the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes—it all pointed to one conclusion. And I knew who was behind it. The servants of Azazel or Leviathan, those zealots who worshipped demons, had to be the culprits. Even if they hadn’t delivered the poison themselves, they were undoubtedly connected. The Crown Prince wouldn’t have this level