"I won't die, I won't die. The poison has been around for several days; it can definitely be cured, it has to be." Eleanor Whittaker said, as she threw the dagger fiercely onto the ground.
"It's all because of you, I won't let you go. You want to die? It's not that easy," Eleanor's eyes were overflowing with murderous intent as she suddenly grabbed Cian Channing's neck fiercely.
At this moment, she just wanted to strangle her, yet she had to leave her a breath.
She couldn't let her die so easily; a fate worse than death was promised.
Cian Channing struggled desperately, using her last breath to finish her words: "Haha... It's useless. You forgot what you once told me; once poisoned, no man-made cure can save you... Your days are numbered, Eleanor Whittaker... cough cough..."
Towards the end, she actually laughed wildly until she suffocated and could no longer speak.
