At Anderson Mansion, Elizabeth hadn't taken her medicine in three days. She didn't feel ill or even the slightest bit of discomfort. On the contrary, she'd gained a good appetite.

Thus, Elizabeth was even more determined that what Hazel had told her previously was true—that Yvonne and Old Jim used the medicine to torture her. She could eat and drink well; why would she still need such terrible-tasting medicine?

In the end, not only would she suffer, but she'd be grateful to them.

One of the maids was about to take Elizabeth's medicine to her room when Philip stopped her outside. "Let me take it to her."

Inside her room, Elizabeth heard the door opening and guessed that someone was bringing the medicine for her, considering the time. Her expression instantly darkened. "Didn't I say I wouldn't take it? You—" She turned and saw Philip, and she furrowed her brows. "Why are you here?"

"How old are you? Why are you still afraid of the bitter taste?" Philip stood by the side of the bed a