Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Over the past couple of days, I had been periodically reviewing the events of that night. The juice was handed to me by a waiter. If the target wasn't me, the chances of it being handed to me would be very low.

However, among everyone at the banquet, I only recognized a few people, Yasmin, Joanne, and Ryan. None of them were possible culprits. Yasmin's care for me was evident. Joanne was with her, so she definitely wouldn't have drugged me. As for Ryan, it was even

more impossible.

That left only Christine, someone with who had a grudge against me.

Moreover, I could sense Christine's hostility to some extent. I just didn't know what her motive was.

Upon hearing the question, Christine's expression froze, and then she looked at me with a confused face, "I drugged you? What kind of drug?"

I smiled and countered, "You drugged me. Don't you know what kind of drug it was?"

Actually, I wasn't sure if it was her. It was just a test.

Christine was about to speak when Yasmin walked over and glanced at her. "What are you doing? Why aren't you inviting Charlotte in?"

Christine turned back, smiling obediently at Yasmin. "I... I just couldn't wait to have a few words with Ms. Wilson."

Upon hearing this, my gaze fixed. It was her. She was the one who drugged me.

me, she would

her first reaction was

suspicion and smiled at Yasmin. "Ms. Jackson, would you

took my hand, very affably. "But first, you need to try the cookies I

bit surprised and joked, "Getting to eat cookies baked by Ms. Jackson is something worth

Yasmin didn't

whole wall of roses, while the backyard had various fruit trees

It was

a lot of

this.

QUMS

Yasmin had indeed settled in

aroma of baked cookies. After trying a couple,

"I'll pack some for you to take home so your family can enjoy

"No need..."

polite with me? I made

that..." I tried to explain. "I don't have family, and

family, but my grandmother is ill in a care home and still