Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 125 Hearing Josiah’s voice coming from behind her, Meredith turned around, facing him, and smiled slightly. “I guess you didn’t know that Ysabelle had an upset stomach since last night and with the burn injuries on her shoulder, I don’t think she’d be able to take care of Yena.

“Taking care of Yena has always been my responsibility. I’ll take over from today and perhaps Ysabelle could get some rest back at her home.” Meredith’s eyes were filled with gentleness and lovingness. But after spending some time with her, Josiah knew that Meredith must be scheming something evil whenever she had this kind of look on her face.

“Why did Ysabelle have an upset stomach?” Josiah asked, with a straight face. “I’m not sure, she didn’t say anything,” said Meredith, “but judging by the way she looks, she doesn’t look too good. Since you care about her so much, you should probably send her home as soon as possible.” “You did something to her, didn’t you?”

Josiah knew that Meredith graduated from medical school and she knew her way around different types of medications.

For the sake of kicking Ysabelle out of the Shelby residence, she was willing to spill hot soup all over Ysabelle and even add laxatives into her drinks?

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Meredith pretended as if she was confused.

help but to think that it was really you who let those mice in Yena’s room.” “If you

“Unless you have a change of heart, and your heart doesn’t belong to Yena anymore but belongs to Ysabelle.” Josiah was

want to check on Ysabelle? I’m guessing that she could really use some of your

her, dragged her up from the chair, and stared right into her eyes as he seethed, “How is it that you don’t feel any guilt when Ysabelle has ended up injured because of

me to the brink of death, did you?” Staring back at him, Meredith added, “My mom and my daughter are suffering because of you, and

uncontrollably, Meredith could not be bothered

over my hands because all you cared about was that I spilled hot soup over her! I was the one who didn’t have dinner, not Ysabelle! And

into the chair, continuing

as if Yena would regain her consciousness faster if she massaged her more because Meredith desperately wanted