Chapter 87 THE WIZARD

“Son?” he repeated, frowning slightly. “I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you are unwell. You need rest.”

“So you can finish poisoning me?” Athalia shot back, her voice weak but edged with suspicion.

He sighed, not offended—just tired. “I am not your enemy. And I am certain I did not brin...

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