Chapter 1251 A Slow-Acting Poison

• After observing River's reluctance to take the medicine, Olivia set the bottle on the table. "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Your wound will heal even if you don't get it. It will take longer and cause you a bit more discomfort."
• Then, Albert picked up the bottle from the table and said, "Miss Maxwell, how could we not believe you?" While saying this, he handed the bottle directly to River.
• Meanwhile, River held the bottle as if it were a hot potato. He was in a pickle, unsure whether to keep or toss it. He worried that it might be some kind of poison that worked over time. Why else would she ask me to use it frequently? Obviously, it's a slow-acting poison. His mind was filled with thoughts of her trying to harm him.