Fatal Misconception

Clara did not dare to speak. She was afraid that she would vomit blood if she did so.

She had just poured out a few pills with difficulty. Before she could raise her hand, Declan rushed up and grabbed her wrist.

"I'm asking you a question. What is this? Speak," he snapped.

Clara struggled with all her might and struggled to shove the pills into her mouth.

Declan was furious. He held her hand tight