Chapter 3

I gripped the tart in my hand, still trying to refuse.

Seeing that I wouldn't give in, Davin shot a look at a male colleague he was close with. The guy quietly stepped behind me and jabbed his fingers into my side.

Pain shot through me, causing me to gasp. And in that instant, Davin shoved the tart into my mouth. The other guy immediately followed up, forcing a glass of alcohol down my throat.

The moment I swallowed the tart, my throat felt like it had been scraped raw with sandpaper. A burning pain exploded from within. Then, a suffocating swelling surged up from deep in my throat. My breathing turned rapid as rashes broke out across my face and neck, itching and burning.

I coughed violently, trying to force it out of my throat, but nothing came out.

Davin stood to the side with his arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Putting on a show now? Fabian, with skills like that, you should've gone to acting school."

His friend laughed along. "Right? His face is all red. He's really going all out. If I didn't know better, I'd think we forced him to drink poison."

Clark snorted heavily, his face full of disdain. "That's enough, Fabian! Stop this act. You're ruining everyone's mood. If you don't want to stay, then get out!"

I braced myself against the table, trying to stand, but my legs felt like they were filled with lead. My vision blurred. Everything around me seemed distant, like I was underwater.

I clawed at my throat, feeling my airway tighten bit by bit. "Meds. My meds…" The words squeezed out through my teeth.

Summoning everything I had left, I reached for my briefcase on the chair, but it fell to the ground. Everything spilled out. Wallet. Keys. Tissues…

I fumbled through the mess on the ground like a madman. Finally, I found the pill case. My lifeline!

My hands trembled violently as I pried it open. But the next second, my blood ran cold.

It was empty. The white tablets that had been inside were gone. And in their place were crushed crumbs of a mixed nut tart.

How did this happen? Where were my meds? I had clearly checked before leaving the house. There had been at least three pills left.

Despair gripped me.

Watching me like this, Davin's smile widened. He crouched down, picked up the empty case, and waved it in front of my face. "Looking for this?"

His voice dropped low, laced with satisfaction. "Don't bother. I threw them out for you."

I snapped my head up, staring at him with bloodshot eyes. "Why?" I gasped out the word with great difficulty. It felt like a blade had sliced through my throat.

"Why?" Davin's grin grew brighter. "I think you're too delicate, allergic to this and that. It must be from taking too much medication. Medicine is basically poison. You should eat more sweets instead to build up your energy.

"So, I helped you out. I swapped your meds for tarts. See? I'm looking out for you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it hit my ears like thunder.

He switched out my medication. He knew about my allergy all along. Everything he did was him trying to kill me!