"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."

Persephone was shocked. "H-How do you know? Don't you prepare medicine for him

looked at her. "When I went to clean his room, the flowers in his windowsill pot had withered, and the soil had a strong herbal scent. Miss, tell me, did

Persephone froze in place.

she also smelled the herbal scent. She had assumed it was because he took the medicine daily, hence the smell in

actually from the flower

problematic. That was

wrong? And where did those missing packets go? Persephone's legs felt weak, and

and sorted the vegetables, prepared meals for the

routine, yet

frozen like a

asked her, "Miss, do you really trust those

"What

for you." Catherine's tone was nonchalant. "Others may be around you but harbor ulterior

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