"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."

do you know? Don't you prepare medicine

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 he take

Persephone froze in place.

assumed it was because he took the medicine daily, hence

actually from the flower

problematic. That was

where did those missing packets go? Persephone's legs

prepared meals for the day, and took

routine, yet

stood frozen like a

do you really trust those around

breath bated. "What

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

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