Chapter 591
Bride Behind The Mask
Lisette was on a tirade, her voice laden with hostility, sharp as a knifeâs edge.
Powell, sitting in his wheelchair, couldnât bear it any longer. He reached out to grab her, chastising, âCool it, Lisette!â
But Lisette, defiant as ever, shook off Powellâs grip. She stopped munching on her sunflower seeds and turned her temper toward the crowd, âWhatâs wrong with telling it like it is? A punch is a punch, no need for this poisoning nonsense! What, do you think weâd spike Manley Winstonâs drink or something?â
Suddenly, Yuna froze in shock!
Just moments before, sheâd seen the Food Inspection Departmentâs van pull up, and a bad feeling had twisted in her gut.
Upon hearing Lisetteâs mention of âspikingâ, she could hardly maintain her cool. She hadnât anticipated Frederick to react so promptly, managing to identify the compromised food in less than two days!
Staggering back, Yuna had to grip the back of the couch to steady herself.
If they found something in Manleyâs milk, could they trace it back to her? Yunaâs heart was racing, but then she quickly regained her composure. Every time sheâd drugged Manleyâs -milk, sheâd done it after the milk was prepared. And at this hour, it wasnât even time for Manleyâs milk.
Besides, those hallucinogenic pills she used were always on her person. Even if they searched, theyâd find nothing!
Yuna allowed herself a momentâs relief, then heard Jocelyn explaining to Lisette, âWeâre not accusing anyone in the house of poisoning Manley. Frederick is just concerned about food poisoning. We donât want Marguerite to be unfairly accused, thatâs why the inspectors are here.â
Lisette was seething, itching to take Jocelyn down a peg, and today seemed the perfect opportunity.
Her voice rose to a near screech, âJocelyn! Drop the holier-than-thou act! Sure, youâre the saint of the world! When they find nothing, I wonder whose face will be slapped â yours or Margueriteâs?â
No sooner had Lisette finished her rant than a Food Inspection Department official walked out of the kitchen, holding a sleek, black, matte cup.
He swirled the half-filled cup of milk and reported in a strictly professional tone, âThis milk contains traces of belladonna!â
Lisette was dumbfounded.
The âslapâ she anticipated for Marguerite or Jocelyn had landed squarely on her face!
Fuming yet speechless due to her own guilt, she stood there, chest tight with frustration.
Frederick, with a keen eye, noticed that the black matte cup was indeed Manleyâs milk cup. âSo, it really is belladonna.â
Jocelyn sighed, squeezing Margueriteâs hand secretly for comfort, âThe problemâs been found, so this has nothing to do with you.â
Marguerite allowed herself a small smile, calm and composed, nodding in acknowledgment.
This vindication was not too late, and the feeling of being shielded by Frederick had touched her deeply.
His shoulders were broad and sturdy, and although a man of few words, he gave her a sense of reliability.
Lost in thought, Marguerite barely registered Jocelyn raising another concern, âBut how did belladonna get into the house? Itâs a plant from the South, and it certainly doesnât belong in milk. Could it be that two foods were mixed together?â
Yuna felt her guilt weighing heavily. The primary ingredient in those hallucinogenic pills she had was extracted from belladonna!