"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."

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

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.

also smelled the herbal scent. She had assumed it was

actually from

must have known the medicine was problematic. That was

have gone wrong? And where did those

legs felt weak, and she had to

her work. She washed and sorted the vegetables, prepared meals for the day, and took out a special pot for making

routine, yet subtly

stood frozen like a

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

breath bated. "What do

care for you." Catherine's tone was nonchalant. "Others

Persephone hurriedly grabbed

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