Chapter 152
A musty, fishy smell permeated the underground prison. Bound on the cold stone floor, August stared at the man who had thrown him in here. The young man who once followed his every word more faithfully than anyone now looked down at him like filth on the street.
"My wife will decide your punishment."
Hearing those words, August giggled. Emmett seemed displeased by August’s laughter. August couldn’t explain why he was laughing, but he felt he hadn’t been completely defeated. Even if he lost the imperial throne and was recorded as a loser in history.
He would remain forever in the minds of Liv Gracia and her husband. He would live and breathe there, tormenting them.
’At least I’m leaving behind some embers.’
Liv Gracia would inflict a terrible punishment on him. She could cut off his limbs and keep him alive, repeatedly dip him in boiling water and heal him, or use divine power to drive him insane. Since he would lose his mind soon anyway, August decided to enjoy a moment of pleasure.
The fact that Emmett Lartman had killed Viscount Wolfe was revealed to the world. That alone would have planted seeds of distrust in Liv Gracia’s heart. And about the infertility...
’It seems he won’t tell her.’
Lartman would never tell Liv that August had tried to blackmail him with Liv’s physical condition. He wouldn’t reveal that the cause of infertility was poison, and would instead try to find the antidote on his own.
But in fact, there was no antidote.
It was true that August had the court physician feed her medicine. However, it was just a ploy to create confusion for them. The medicine was nothing.
’Yes, in the end, the two will distrust each other.’