Amalia sat at her desk, one leg stretched out while the other was bent against the chair.
Her blue eyes were fixed intently on the bag in front of her.
Normally, she shouldn't have been able to hear the sound of water from the sink at this distance, but tonight, the sound of droplets hitting the porcelain basin was unusually clear in the silence of the night, even grating on Amalia's ears.
Should she do it?
Taking medicine every two hours meant Livia had almost no chance of deep sleep. If she truly had to rely on this potion to sustain her life, missing even a single dose could lead to severe consequences. Such a life would be unbearable.
Or perhaps... Livia only drank that dark green potion when they were together...
The more Amalia thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She bit her lip, her hand gripping the edge of the table, a flicker of struggle in her eyes.
