"Half-Moon," Camilla murmured softly, her crimson lips parting as she spoke the truth.
"It's a poison that only takes effect late at night—its toxicity is quite unique."
Half-Moon?
Calvin's brows furrowed deeply, clearly unfamiliar with the name.
But the fact that Camilla hadn't yet begun the detoxification process suggested this poison wasn't easy to neutralize.
"If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word," Calvin said solemnly, his voice low and resolute.
"If it's within my power, I won't refuse.
And if it's beyond me, I'll find a way to make it happen."
This was the least he owed Sinclair.
"Truly worthy of being Sinclair's best friend—reliable when it matters most," Camilla remarked with a faint smile, her tone earnest.
"I can cure the poison.
It'll just take a little time."
You can cure it?
How did Grandpa Luther end up like this?
Calvin glanced at Camilla, then turned his gaze to Uncle Carlos and Ramsey.
