Chapter 482

"Mr. Dustin Rhys."

"Who's Dustin Rhys? I've never heard of him. Get lost, and don't be an ey

esore!" The guard lambasted. Every day, many people sent gifts to the Hil

l family. It had already become a regular occurrence for them.

"But Mr. Rhys instructed me to deliver this to Sir Patrick personally." E

dmund was in a hard spot.

"Hey, do you not understand what I said? I told you to get lost!" The gua

rd was getting impatient.

Edmund was nervous and

shrank back in slight fear. "Could you kindly deliver the message at leas

t?"

"Who are you to ask me to deliver a message? Get lost before I lose my co

ol!" The guard's expression was

cold.

"What's the noise about?" At that moment, a tall, well–

built man walked out.

The previously upset guard immediately greeted him with a smile. "Mr. Tor

ben, it's nothing. A beggar is being rowdy and wants

to pass a gift to Mr. Patrick. I'll get him to leave immediately."

"Hold up." Torben raised his hand to stop him and turned his attention to

ward Edmund. "You know Patrick?"

"No." Edmund shook his head, his expression filled with fear. "Mr. Rhys a

sked me to pass a bottle of medicinal

wine to Sir Patrick. Could you kindly pass on the message?"

"Dustin?" A cold glint flashed through his eyes. "So you were sent by him

."

"It seems like you are acquainted with Mr. Rhys. Thank God." Edmund was r

elieved, thinking he had met a

savior.

"Mmhm, thank God." He sneered. "You mentioned a bottle of medicinal wine.

It's for Patrick?"

Edmund nodded. "That's right."

"It's not poisoned, is it?" Torben narrowed his eyes.

"Poisoned?" Edmund was taken aback and waved his hands in panic. "That's

impossible. This is a medicinal

wine to treat the sick. How could it contain poison?"

"Really? Why don't you try it then?" He smiled mockingly.

Edmund smiled apologetically. "This is medicinal wine for Sir Patrick. A

person of my status can't drink it."

"What? You're not going to listen to me?" Torben's expression turned dark

. "You not drinking just proves that

the medicinal wine is suspicious. Someone, take him away!"

"No, no, no. I'll drink!" Edmund panicked and opened up the bottle in a h

urry before taking a sip.

"That's too little. Finish the whole bottle!" Torben ordered.

"What?" Edmund was shocked and at a loss. He would most probably collapse

if he finished the whole bottle.

"Not going to drink? Let me help you out personally!" Torben grinned, the

n grabbed a fistful of Edmund's hair

and pulled his head down so his mouth was facing upward. At the same time

, he grabbed the medicinal wine and forced it down his throat.

As the wine went down his pipes, Edmund coughed and choked uncontrollably

until his face flushed red. He appeared extremely tormented.

Torben bellowed in laughter. "Drink up! Finish it all, buddy!" The sounds

of his laughter never stopped as he continued forcing the remaining wine

down his throat. He appeared exhilarated, as if tormenting others was a

fun activity.

Torben didn't seem satisfied even after he emptied the bottle. He snapped

his fingers as he ordered, "This person is suspicious and added poison t

o the wine. Take him away immediately to be served his punishment!"

"I … I didn't poison the wine." Edmund laid on the floor, barely clinging

to life.

"Bastard, you're still talking back?" Torben stepped on his face and snee

red. "Trash like you at the bottom of the food chain are just our toys. Y

our life is in my hands! I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm going to make su

re you wish for death!"