"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."

"H-How do you know? Don't you prepare medicine for him every

but he doesn't take it." Catherine looked at her. "When I went to clean his room, the flowers in his windowsill pot had withered, and

Persephone froze in place.

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

from the

must have known the medicine was problematic. That

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

the vegetables, prepared meals for the day, and took out a special

seemed routine, yet

frozen

asked her, "Miss, do you really trust those around

breath bated. "What

not be physically around you, but they still care for you." Catherine's tone was nonchalant.

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