Riya jumped into her car, slamming the door shut before hastily dialing Zachary's number. The phone rang endlessly.
"Pick up the damn phone," she muttered, clutching her stomach as another sharp pain shot through her. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. "Ah—it hurts… Am I going to die?"
The call disconnected.
She redialed immediately, her breathing turning ragged. "Zachary, you bastard," she hissed under her breath, grinding her teeth to endure the pain. "You said a small dose wouldn't do any harm. Then why does it feel like my insides are burning?"
Sweat glistened on her forehead, her complexion turning deathly pale. "I shouldn't have drunk it… I was such a fool."
Finally, the line connected, and Zachary's irritated voice came through. "Why are you calling nonstop? If I didn't answer, it means I'm busy. Stop bothering me and put the phone down."
"Wait—please don't hang up," she cried desperately. "I'm in serious trouble. I need your help."
