Pompilio was overwhelmed with fear. He had not expected Adrian to follow through on his words. Though his legs were in immense pain, he dared not scream. He endured the agony and pleaded, "Please, don’t kill me."

"Give me a reason not to!" Adrian sneered. The only thing this fool deserved was death.

Pompilio was horrified when he realized Adrian was not joking. Adrian slowly lifted his hand, seemingly not planning to give him any chance.

With no way to escape, Pompilio shouted out of despair, "I know Abioye Zayn!"

"What?" Rozi, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up and strode toward Pompilio. Her voice was shaky.

Abioye Zayn was her father. It had been years since she last heard this name, and it had always been hidden deep in the bottom of her heart, cherished as her most precious possession.

Pompilio was terrified. He had clearly poisoned them, thinking they would be helpless. But Rozi looked fine, even radiating a healthy blush on her cheeks. He could not help but hig