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