Chapter 387

The Three-Coldest Water poison could indeed be transferred to another person, sparing Robert's life. However, it was a grim solution—death awaited the one who bore the transferred poison. Eleanor wrestled with the weight of her decision. Who could she sentence to such a fate? She had taken lives before, her hands stained with blood. But there had always been a line she refused to cross: she never harmed the innocent. Now, for Robert’s sake, she faced the unbearable question—could she betray her principles? Samuel's laughter rang out, pulling her from her thoughts. His tone was mocking, his smile feral. "You know how to save him. So, what are you waiting for? Or are you just here to waste my time?" Eleanor’s lips curled into a cold smile, her gaze razor-sharp. "You're asking questions you already know the answers to." She stepped closer, her presence dominating the room. "To transfer the Three-Coldest Water, I need a guide—more of the poison itself." Samuel’s expression shifted slightly