Emmeline took the box from the delivery boy's hands and opened it.
There was a sachet of powder inside.
Waylon quickly came over and took the sachet from Emmeline's hands.
Emmeline and Abel watched anxiously as Waylon brought the sachet next to his nose and sniffed it carefully. Benjamin was also starting to sweat.
"Waylon, is that…" Emmeline asked uneasily.
"It is, but…" Waylon frowned.
"What's wrong?" Emmeline and Abel asked in unison.
"The dose is incorrect. This is less than half of the correct dose."
Emmeline was furious when she heard that. She yelled across the hall, "You b*stard! Do you want to die that much? Do you think you can exchange your cure with less than half of the antidote? In your dreams!"
"Um, miss…" the delivery boy said nervously, "He… He said that the groom doesn't really fulfill his conditions, so he's only giving you half… He also said you'll get the other half once you give him the cure."
After all, Adam did not want to see those two people happily married.
"Where's that b*stard?" Abel glanced at the delivery boy.
"I… I didn't see him. Someone passed me the message," the delivery boy said.
"D*mn it!" Abel gritted his teeth.
"Your job here is done. You can go," Emmeline said to the delivery boy.
"The other party says he's expecting something from you," the delivery boy said.
"He didn't keep to his end of the promise. If he wants the cure, he can come and get it himself!" Emmeline said coldly.
The delivery boy dared not linger any longer, and he quickly went away.
Emmeline was speechless. Right, I totally forgot about that! As long as we can derive its components, we can make our own antidote!
Too bad, he'll have to suffer a while more! Emmeline thought.
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