The Half moon poison

"Half-Moon," Camilla murmured softly, her crimson lips parting as she spoke the truth.

"It's a poison that only takes effect late at night—its toxicity is quite unique."

Half-Moon?

Calvin's brows furrowed deeply, clearly unfamiliar with the name.

But the fact that Camilla hadn't yet begun the detoxification process suggested this poison wasn't easy to neutralize.

"If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word," Calvin said solemnly, his voice low and resolute.

"If it's within my power, I won't refuse.

And if it's beyond me, I'll find a way to make it happen."

This was the least he owed Sinclair.

"Truly worthy of being Sinclair's best friend—reliable when it matters most," Camilla remarked with a faint smile, her tone earnest.

"I can cure the poison.

It'll just take a little time."

You can cure it?

How did Grandpa Luther end up like this?