The antidote smoothly trickled down Everett's throat.
After administering the liquid, everyone waited in silence. One minute passed. Then five. Then ten…
But Everett still didn't wake up.
Mr. Langston, growing restless, slammed his cane against the floor. "What's going on? Why hasn't he woken up yet?!"
"Please be patient, sir. Most medicines take at least thirty minutes to take effect."
"Nonsense! If it were poison, it would've worked in minutes!"
The old man snorted, clearly annoyed, and shot Aurora a harsh glare. "You little troublemaker! You tell me—what's happening here?"
A low, magnetic voice interrupted the tense room. "Why's it so noisy?"
Mr. Langston gasped in delight and immediately clutched Everett's hand. "Everett! You're awake?!"