Lydia immediately realized she was losing her cool. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply to steady herself. "But I am not like him – a murderer." When she spoke again, her tone was cold but measured. "I don't want to kill Thomas. All I want is to sever ties with the Williams family. But Dylan refuses to leave Ava, and that leaves me no choice."
"But hurting Mr. Williams is not an option," Ethan retorted. "I can't do this. He helped me a lot. I can't hurt him." He stretched the vial toward her.
Lydia didn't move to take the vial. She looked away from him, her face turning stern even more. "Don't be so impulsive," she said, her voice colder now, as though trying to freeze his resolve. "I'm not asking you to kill him. Just… make him weak, sick, and helpless."
"I'm not a part of your revenge game," Ethan shot back. He shoved the vial into her hand and reached for the door handle, ready to leave.