"The selection of the host for the core poison is crucial, and it can only be done once," Iris pondered for a moment before adding cautiously,
"For Mr. Luther's sake, it's best to choose a parent or another close relative.
That way, the rejection from the life-bound poison would be slightly less severe."
Most importantly, human nature was unpredictable.
Entrusting one's life to another was an exceedingly dangerous gamble.
Taylor's brow furrowed at these words.
Sinclair's parents were out of the question—his only remaining kin was Grandpa Luther. But the elder was already advanced in years, unlikely to endure such an ordeal.
Camilla gazed at Sinclair, her eyes brimming with unspoken devotion.
"I'll do it."
They were each other's kin—and each other's hearts.
Both Iris and Grandma Porter's expressions flickered with surprise.
Taylor's eyes narrowed slightly.
The study plunged into a heavy silence.
"Mrs. Luther, I must warn you—"
