Chapter 323 - Ipecac Toxicity

"You have forty seconds" Jake said in an even tone as he looked at the man standing in front of him. Their eyes were locked but Jake's gaze was stoic. There was no expression on his face which made the man standing before him perplexed. He had thought he could try to read Jake's expression but the man was as still as steel.

"Twenty seconds." Jake counted down all the while their gaze still locked on each other. The more Jake remained calm and eased the more the butler slowly became perturbed.

"You can save yourself by choosing to die, because like I said I won't show mercy by Killing you. So make your decision now." Jake said in a cold and calm, letting him know that he meant every word he had said. He was sure going to make his life miserable just like the way he'd deal with Hillary.

"Five seconds." Jake said and at that same moment approaching foot steps were heard from behind the door. Jake lifted his eyes and he saw Kyle approaching them.

"Two sec–"

"It's an emetic drug." The butler blurted out, making Jake to cock his brow at him, silently ordering him to continue.

The butler silently looked at Jake for a few seconds, he wanted to look behind him but Jake intensed his gaze on him making him freeze on the spot, the Jake before him was nothing like the one who has been living in this house for the past months. He heaved a sigh and continued. "The drug naturally induces vomiting, but continuous oral administration over a long period of time causes toxicity." He confessed.

"And what are the consequences of this toxicity?" Jake inquisitively asked.

"It could–" The butler hesistated but Jake took a step closer to him as he asked again, "What are the consequences of this toxicity?" His eyes were cold and void of emotions, letting him know he wouldn't condone one more hesitation from him.

"It–" The man stuttered again making Jake frown deeply. He didn't know why but seeing the look on Jake's face made him nervous, and he knew there was also someone behind him, but who he didn't know.

Jake looked towards the mug one more time as if silently telling the man what was to come upon him if he stalled one more time. The butler's gaze also darted towards the cup and he swallowed nervously. Though the drug was used to induce vomiting and it causes poisoning after chronic exposure to it, but he also knew that the effects that might result from an acute poisoning, the result could also be lethal. Worse case scenario it could cause cranial hemorrhage, seizure and death, and like hell he didn't want to die now.....no one wanted to die.

"It causes chronic heart diease, shock, coma and death." He truthfully replied. Jake stilled when he heard him. What echoed more in his head was the 'chronic heart disease.'

Did he say it causes chronic heart disease if given over a long period of time? Wasn't his grandfather suffering from a heart disease? Was this the reason for his grandfather's health condition?

He glanced at the mug one more time before looking at the butler. "Is this the reason for my grandfather's heart condition?" He inquired in a still but dangerous voice, and when the man nodded he felt blood rush to his head, his hands clenched into a fist.

"And how long have you been giving him this?" He asked pointing to the mug.

"Two years." He replied making Jake stiffen a bit.

Two years? That was exactly when his grandfather started having health challenges and the doctor had diagnosed him with a heart disease. So this was because of the drug? But if the drug was that toxic why then was his grandfather still alive even after two years? He should be dead by now except they have been poisoning him with minimal doses.

His eyes turned livid at this realization. But if that was the case why did it seem like he was giving him more than usual today. They had seen him coming out from a pharmacy, and with how new the pill container looked it meant he had just gone for a refill but why then was it half filled when he got there?

"You were going to kill him today weren't you?" Jake drawled his eyes piercing in the man's own, while the butler hesistantly nodded his head.

Jake felt like grabbing his neck and squeezing life out of him. He was really going to kill his grandfather? In fact, they have killing him gradually?

"Why?" He asked in a chilling voice, but the butler looked away from him. He couldn't answer that. He might have been exposed but he'd never give up the name of his employer.

Jake hissed irritably when he saw the man's action. He looked towards the door and sighed inwardly. He was desperate to hurt this man, his blood was boiling and his veins were on the verge of exploding.

And as if the heavens heard his voice, he heard many footsteps from the sitting room.

"Jake," Kyle called out letting him know that Marcus has arrived, while Jake nodded.

Kyle stepped into the kitchen when Marcus men arrived the kitchen, they had spotted Kyle by the door.

"Psycho Jake I heard you wanted me here. This had better be good." Marcus spoke as he walked into the kitchen. He had been surprised to receive a call asking him come to Jake's house immediately.

"This will more than good." Jake said.

"Take him to the garage and tie him up. We'll be torturing him today, I hope your men are good?" Jake asked calmly making Marcus look at him with surprised eyes.

"You want to torture a man in your grandfather's house?" Marcus asked amusedly making Jake glare at him.

Marcus threw his head back and laughed, "I've always known you were not fulfilling destiny. You should have been a mafia boss. Ah what a shame." He exclaimed dramatically, making Jake to eye him. This man was really crazy.

Marcus stifled his laugh when he saw Jake glaring at him. He looked towards his men and spoke up.

"You heard the man, let's take the party to the garage. And someone get me so whiskey. It goes well with the smell of blood. I like it.." He grinned crazily.