She definitely won’t drink it, knowing there’s something wrong with the red wine. She’s not foolish enough to risk her life for her own safety.

As for Sophie, due to the surgery, there are many dietary restrictions she needs to adhere to, and alcohol is certainly one of them.

So, tonight there’s no accidental casualty; her target is only Thomas Shannon.

"Linda, speak!"

For the first time, Edward Benson shouted at her.

Linda raised her eyelids, staring at him unblinkingly, taking in the twitching blue vein on his forehead and the fury deep in his eyes. She calmed down instead, "Even if you drank the wine, there’s still no antidote."

Even if he drank the wine, there’s still no antidote!

Edward Benson nodded furiously, feeling an overwhelming betrayal, "You said you wanted to break away from Lillian Spencer, but you didn’t actually mean it, did you?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Linda coldly snorted, her gaze turned to Thomas Shannon, who collapsed onto Sophie Sullivan, while she held him tightly.

"Thomas Shannon, don’t scare me...you can’t be hurt!"

Sophie Sullivan’s voice trembled as she clutched Thomas Shannon, her eye color turning crimson, "What are you still standing there for, hurry and seize her!"

Catch her meant what, Edward Benson knew all too well.

If Linda fell into their hands, it would only end in death.

She was too foolish...

Thinking that by killing Thomas Shannon, she could escape unharmed?

By killing Thomas Shannon, not only did she lose the chance to avenge herself, but she also risked her life!

One man in black stepped forward, "Young Master Benson, my apologies."

With that said, he extended his hand to restrain Linda.

Linda pulled out a pistol, quickly dragging Edward Benson in front of her, the gun muzzle pressed against his temple. She shouted coldly, "Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill him!"

Edward Benson froze all over, in disbelief... Is this really his beloved Isla Stanley?

This woman, ruthlessly decisive to the point of unfamiliarity.

Even now, she calmly used him as a hostage without any rush, Edward Benson wanted to laugh, but couldn’t...

The bitterness spread from his heart, trembling even his innermost feelings.

He looked at Thomas Shannon, face ashen, the corner of the mouth full of blood, choking an apology: "I’m sorry, Thomas... it’s my fault..."

The men in black uniformly drew their guns, each one aimed at Linda, "Put down the gun!"

Linda chuckled coldly, holding onto Edward Benson’s arm, dragging him back a few steps, "Fine, shoot! I’ll take him down with me."

Sophie Sullivan stared at Linda hatefully, resolutely commanding, "Shoot!"

"Stop!"

Edward Benson simultaneously cried out, his gaze begging as he looked at Sophie Sullivan, "Maniac, let her go, let her leave. I’ll trade my life for Thomas’s."

"No way! Since she dared to harm Thomas Shannon, I want her dead!"

This sentence, spoken with chilling calmness, every word laced with Sophie Sullivan’s boundless rage and resentment.

"Maniac, life for a life, let me use my life to repay Thomas’s. I beg you, let her go." Edward Benson’s voice was mournful, carrying a cautious tremor.

Linda turned to look at him, her eye color complexly watching him for a long time, has this man gone mad?

Even now, he still wants to save her?

Whether he’s sincere or pretending, no matter what, Linda won’t regard it as a favor. Even if he preserved her life, there’s a chasm of hatred between them.

"Edward Benson, Thomas Shannon’s life is almost gone. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"