The bodyguard hesitated, whip poised in the air.
I glanced at Andrew and added, âStop beating her for now.
I want to hear her out.
â
Andrew looked uncertain but asked cautiously, âYou arenât going soft, are you?â
I replied, my voice steely, âOf course not.
I just want to be sure.
If she truly poisoned Abby, I will kill her myself!â
At my words, Andrew signaled for the bodyguards to step back.
Debraâs POV:
Regaining her composure, Nora forced a bitter smile and continued watching Abby.
Seeing Abby sleep peacefully, she softened and whispered, âThank God.
Abby is okay.
â
Hearing this sent a shiver down my spine.
âYou have poisoned Abby.
How can you say sheâs fine? Do you expect me to trust you?â
Nora gave a sorrowful smile, furrowed her brow, and replied, âBelieve it or not, I didnât poison Abby.
I would protect her, even at the cost of my own life.
â
âReally?â I scoffed.
I didnât believe her one bit.
âIf I had intended to harm Abby, why would I have waited until now?â
Nora said each word carefully, still looking tenderly at Abby.
âI look after Abby every day.
If I wanted to kill her, she wouldnât have survived this long.
â
Looking into Noraâs eyes, filled with pain and despair, I found myself hesitating.
Indeed, Nora had always cared for Abby well.
I could sense her genuine affection for Abby, and I couldnât see why she would harm Abby.
What could have made her do that? What reason could she possibly have to poison a child only a few months old?
I was both furious and confused.
Part of me even wanted to let her explain herself.
With a serious expression, I kept asking, âIf you didnât poison the babyâs milk powder, then who did?â
Nora shook her head in despair.
âI donât know.
Andrew had me confined in a dark dungeon for so long.
I donât know what happened.
Itâs my fault.
If I had been there for Abby, she wouldnât have been harmed.
â
As she spoke, she knelt before me and bowed her head deeply to the floor.
Soon, there was blood on her forehead.
I was shocked and whispered, âStop this.
Calm down and just speak your mind.
Hurting yourself wonât help anything.
â
Realizing the coldness and anger in my voice, Nora paused uncomfortably and whispered, âIâm sorry.
I got too carried away.
I hope I didnât scare the baby, did I?â
Abby moved in my arms and let out a small groan.