Chapter 231
Beth paced back and forth, biting her fingernails as she tried to think about what to do next. She had to search everyone who was present in the castle now and was present when the wine was brought out from storage for today. "I am going to have them hung."
"Calm down," Cedric said, closing the door behind him to get privacy. From his sleeve, he pulled out a small glass bottle with brown liquid inside. He approached Fraser who laid crying in pain on a table the guards placed him on.
"What do you think you are doing?" Beth asked, grabbing his hand to stop him from going to her son. "We are waiting for a doctor."
"Why wait when I have the answer?" Cedric replied, removing the cover which immediately released a pungent stench in the room. "He will be fine in a few minutes."
"Answer? You, you did this," Beth realized. She would bet her arm it was Margaret. "You bastard! Are you aware of what you almost did? Fraser could have died."
"Not at all. I wouldn’t let the grandson who will attach the Adams to royalty die. He was always safe in my plans. Now, do you wish for me to help relieve your son of pain, or do you want to keep holding me?" Cedric asked. Fraser might die if they wait longer.
Beth reluctantly released Cedric’s hand. She wanted to curse at him and beat him for doing this to her son, but if he had the answer to get rid of Fraser’s pain, she had to let him go. For now.
"Why did you do this? You just ruined Fraser’s big day becoming King. The crown is not on his head-"
’There will be plenty of time for the crown to be placed on his head. I am dealing with a problem you failed to take care of. Margaret Blackwell," Cedric said, roughly grabbing Fraser’s mouth and opening it to pour the antidote inside. "I want that woman gone."