"Poison," she said heartlessly. Her voice was so low that it almost sounded like a whisper, so no one could hear her except for the girl in the wedding dress.
Lise was shocked when she heard what the woman said. "Poison?" She repeated in disbelief. Her grip on the small bottle loosened, but the young lady grabbed her hand to tighten it, so it wouldn't be dropped.
"Keep it." She looked at her with a meaningful gaze. "This is the only way for you to escape from him."
Lise could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She was having difficulty breathing just like when she was in panic, or one could say that she was indeed panicking now.
Seeing her reaction, the young woman slightly frowned. "You don't want to be free from him?"
Lise shook her head. "I want to be free from him." Her voice was shaking, as well as her whole body. While the bottle in her grip was akin to a hot pot, she wanted to throw it away.