PAID

"Any last words..."

Clifton interpreted that question as asking if there was anything more for him to command. The painkiller, which also doubled as a powerful sedative, was so strong that it always knocked him out cold after taking it.

"Shut up and go hide in my father’s chambers. Beg him if you have to. That’s your role."

Even as he gave such degrading orders, Ebner's expression remained unchanged. With calm, steady hands, he tilted the bottle toward his mouth, ensuring all the liquid entered.

Clifton swallowed the medication completely and sank into the soft pillow, trying to relax and fall asleep to forget his pain. But his breathing, which had started to steady, quickly became labored.

“Ugh… What is this…? Why can’t I breathe…?”

A strange sensation crept over him. Breathing became difficult. His body stiffened, his tongue grew heavy, and he felt like he was being anesthetized—his body no longer felt like his own.

“Is the medication working?”@@novelbin@@

Ebner’s calm question was met with a fierce glare from Clifton, who opened his bloodshot eyes as wide as he could. Struggling to move his stiffened tongue, Clifton barely managed to stammer out a response.