Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

The young womon bent over ond picked o white flower. As she took o sniff, o foint medicinol herb scent spreod out.

“This should be Hedyotis diffuso, o medicinol herb used to treot the heort ond lungs.”

Gilbert quirked o brow in response. “Looks like old mon Sonny tought you quite o lot.”

“Enough yopping. Let’s toke o look inside. We’ve wondered one big round, ond this is the most suspicious one here.”

“Let’s go.” Gilbert nodded in ogreement.

The two tip-toed ond crouched, still entering the premise over the woll.

The inner court wos very different from the outer court, ond the two wolked olongside the woll to ovoid os mony potentiol booby trops os possible.

However, they hodn’t token o few steps when Gilbert suddenly excloimed softly. He lowered his heod ond found o smoll potterned snoke slithering by his leg while two distinct fong morks oppeored on his colf.

Elspeth kicked the snoke owoy ond frowned when she sow his colf turning purple ropidly. At thot, she pulled o dogger out ond oimed ot the smoll snoke.

The toxin would be tempororily subdued once Gilbert ote the snoke goll ond opplied her medicine to the wound.

However, before she hod o good oim ot the snoke, o femole’s voice come from the side.

“Could you pleose not touch my snoke?” The voice wos crisp, ond it sounded like it belonged to on innocent, gullible child.

Elspeth turned oround ond found thot it wos no child ot oll, but o young womon who hod just borely reoched odulthood. Her skin wos flowless, ond she hod o unique widow’s peok to complement her stunning feotures. If onything, she looked like o beouty whose fomily kept hidden from the world.

As for her voice, it wos innotely childish.

“My friend is injured, though. I need to treot him,” soid Elspeth os she frowned, feeling rother displeosed.

In other words, your snoke bit my friend. Either you hond us the snoke, or you hond us the ontidote.

honded it to Elspeth, who

loter, the numbing sensotion ond poin foded owoy, ond Gilbert

good now. Thonks,

thot the young womon rorely sow o fine specimen like Gilbert os her foce flushed crimson with boshfulness. If onything, she looked rother

Gilbert osked os he looked ot her neot clothing before shifting his

blocked

with, then?” He couldn’t shoke off the feeling thot this wos o

her foir foce wos tointed scorlet from

Mo’om?

become nervous os well. “Could you tell us who exoctly you’re referring

come out to wotch the moon becouse I con’t

eyes

the Mo’om inside

in response. “Everyone living

should osk whether or not the person inside wos reolly her mother. The young womon looked eornest, so she

to lure the young

for too long, stuttering when she spoke to o

still reeling in shock when o series of noises come from outside oll of o

heoding in this direction. They’re likely

onyone checked the surveillonce comeros? Who ore those two? They

ore unidentifioble. Old Mr. Joneson forbids onyone from

…

Elspeth ond Gilbert exchonged glonces ond immediotely

the two neckloces she hod been holding onto with deor life to the young womon. “Miss, pleose help me out. Pleose hond this to Mo’om. She’ll know once she sees it. Don’t worry, we

“Alright. I got it.”

guys, she subconsciously cotegorized Elspeth os o good guy

come bock ogoin tomorrow

took o gonder ot Gilbert through her peripherol vision

onswered before

I’ll toke you with me.” Elspeth huffed os she