"Miss." Catherine smiled. "Let me handle it, alright?"

She released Persephone's hand, gesturing for her to step aside, and began taking out the medicine packets from the cabinet.

Persephone stood by to watch silently, her heart beating faster and faster.

She felt like Catherine was counting something.

After a while, Catherine murmured to herself, "Why are these medicine packets... missing some?"

"What?" Persephone was stunned. "What's missing?"

"The quantity is short," Catherine said. She placed her hands on her hips and exhaled.

"Miss, look, I remember clearly. There were 25 packs yesterday, but there are only 17 today. How could Mr. Rutherford possibly consume eight doses in a day?

"Moreover..." Catherine paused, lowering her voice. "Except for the first time I brought back and prepared a pack, Mr. Rutherford hasn't had any since then."

you know? Don't you prepare medicine for him every

clean his room, the flowers in his windowsill pot had withered, and the soil had a strong herbal scent. Miss, tell me, did he take the

Persephone froze in place.

scent. She had assumed it was because he took the medicine daily, hence

was actually from the flower

was problematic. That was why he hadn't

go? Persephone's legs felt weak, and she

her and continued her work. She washed and sorted the vegetables, prepared meals for the day, and

seemed routine, yet

stood frozen

"Miss, do you really trust those

breath bated. "What do

for you." Catherine's tone was nonchalant. "Others

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