"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?"

"When I went to clean his room, the flowers in his windowsill pot had withered, and the soil had

Persephone froze in place.

earlier, she also smelled the herbal scent. She had assumed it was because he took the medicine daily, hence the smell

was actually from the flower

must have known the medicine was problematic. That

could the medicine have gone wrong? And where did those

felt weak, and she had to lean on the table

washed and sorted the vegetables, prepared meals for the day, and took out

seemed routine, yet subtly

frozen

her, "Miss, do

bated. "What do you

physically around you, but they still care for you." Catherine's tone was nonchalant.

Catherine!" Persephone hurriedly

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