Olivia was already there, a silhouette by the window, her arms crossed precisely over her chest. Her gaze was fixed on Emilia's prone form on the bed.
"Well done," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a chilling satisfaction. "I didn't think you had the nerve."
Leon met her stare, a flicker of something akin to regret crossing his face. "I played my part. I expect you to play yours. Or else..." His voice sharpened to a threat, "...you will fall with me."
Olivia's expression remained unruffled. "No need for the theatrics. He'll be fine. This poison requires three doses to kill, not one."
"I know," Leon replied, his tone as cold as hers.
"You know? Good then."
"And now?" Leon asked, a hint of steel in his voice. "What is our next move, sister-in-law?"
"Now," Olivia smiled, a predator watching its prey, "we simply wait for the mouse to enter the trap."
