After Herbert was promptly transferred to the best intensive care unit, Miles questioned the housekeepers harshly, “Didn't I ask all of you to take care of Grandpa?”

“We did,” one of them replied with a pale face. “We get the ingredients fresh from the market every day. W-We also have no idea how Old Mr. Zeigler got the food poisoning!”

“I don't think it has anything to do with the dishes,” Genevieve chimed in. “I had lunch with him just now.”

I would've also been poisoned if there was something wrong with the food.

Glancing at Genevieve, Miles phoned the gatekeepers at the residence, asking them to ensure none of the staff left home while instructing them to check the food Herbert had for lunch.

While the guards were carrying out Miles' order, things were also progressing at the hospital's side. The doctor had just conducted a diagnostic test, and the results were out.

Having read the results, the doctor called Miles into his office alone.

When Miles found out Herbert had had severe food poisoning, his face darkened, and he made another call home.


It was not until four in the afternoon that the whole ordeal finally died down.

Genevieve had been waiting in the corridor the whole time, and although the weather in Baykeep in May was not particularly chilly, Genevieve still felt cold, as she was not sufficiently dressed. Since she had been waiting outside the intensive care unit for a whole afternoon, her legs felt sore.

However, because Herbert's grandchildren were still at the hospital, Genevieve felt terrible leaving them there, so she just stayed.

As for Yuvan, Genevieve finally managed to contact him, and the man hurried over immediately when he found out that Herbert had been poisoned.

At four-thirty, a bodyguard went to the hospital to look for Miles with a lab report for a food test. “I sent all the food to the lab. They found nitrite in his liquid medicine.”

A tiny amount of nitrite was enough to cause food poisoning, and three grams was all it took to kill someone.

Upon learning that, Miles glared at the housekeepers.

“This has nothing to do with us, Mr. Miles!” they defended themselves anxiously. “This type of traditional medicine is packed separately. We always put the medicine directly in a pot to cook it, and it's always just the two of us in the kitchen when we prepare the medicine! Besides, we have served the family for six to seven years. There's no way we'll do anything like this!”

“I did check the traditional medicine. As she said, there's nothing wrong with it,” the guard confirmed. “But the bowl of the medicine he had used in the afternoon had nitrite in it.”

Suddenly recalling something, the housekeeper glanced at Genevieve uneasily as if she was hesitating.

Noticing this, Miles ordered with a darkened expression, “You guys will be responsible for this if you don't spill whatever you know, so keep silent if you want to end up in jail.”

“Other than Caryn and I, Ms. Rachford was the only person who touched the medicine,” the housekeeper quickly answered.

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