"You poisoned me! How did I end up with a sister as vicious as you?"

Cutlery clattered to the floor as he coughed up dark blood, rage twisting his face.

She insisted it wasn’t poison—only a brutal compound meant to purge clotted blood and save his life. Her eyes flicked to the spilled broth, pain flashing at the waste of her effort and fortune.

But the adopted girl clutching a medical textbook trembled as she spoke: “Please stop lying. The medicine was tested. It’s toxic.”

The contempt in her sister’s gaze was impossible to hide. “Idiot! Potent medicine always carries risks. Gentle remedies don’t save dying men. You hit hard, or you don’t get anywhere.”

In that moment, the Sampson household fractured—between loyalty, betrayal, and the thin line between cure and poison.