Ivy stepped forward slowly.
She crouched in front of Siya first.
Compared to Paris, who looked like he would rather die than cooperate, Siya's expression carried a trace of fear, her composure less steady.
Without a word, Ivy took out an injection.
Inside it... milk.
The moment Siya saw it, her eyes widened in pure horror. She shook her head violently, her body trembling as panic surged through her.
But Ivy didn't hesitate.
She drove the needle in.
Siya's body jerked slightly, her eyes squeezing shut as the liquid entered her bloodstream.
Then Ivy turned to Paris.
He struggled at first, his muscles tensing as if he wanted to break free, but after realizing it was useless, he stopped resisting.
Instead, he glared at Ivy with pure hatred, his gaze promising revenge.
Ivy met his stare calmly... then slapped him.
His head snapped to the side, and a thin trail of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
But it wasn't red. It was blue.
