Chapter 242: A Slave Who Feels Worthless (II)
She thought maybe that would be the quickest way to break through, the easiest path to get Hazelle out of the nightmare she was living in.
But instead of fear or hesitation ... Hazelle had looked almost ... excited?
Wait ... was she actually excited?
Just a moment later, Hazelle let out a faint smile. "His Majesty would probably sentence me to death," she whispered.
Ah, there it was.
Hazelle always got strangely excited whenever she thought she might be executed because to her, death sounded better than punishment from Silas.
"Yes, Your Majesty," she said, her voice calmer now, steadier, like she had finally made peace with something. "I put the poison in your bath."
She held out her hands toward Primrose, as if offering herself up. "You can tell the guards to arrest me now. Don’t worry... I won’t run."
[The only way to be free ... is to die,] Hazelle thought quietly. [Dr. Silas always said there’s no way to break the slave seal, anyway.]
[And even if I could escape ... what would I do? I don’t have a family. I don’t have friends. I’d probably just end up on the streets ... maybe even selling myself just to survive.]
What Hazelle didn’t see—what she had been blind to after years of feeling small and worthless—was that she did have skills.
She had years of experience working under Silas. She knew how to make medicine. She had real potential to become a professional medical or even a doctor’s assistant someday.