Marcus approached the scene with a blend of puzzlement and relief painted across his demeanor. While his puzzlement lingered, the prospect of resolution eased him.

Sensing his approach, Millie averted her gaze, turned on her heel, and began her departure.

The discord born of misunderstanding had been rectified, and Celeste’s initial appetite, lost in the turmoil, found a substitute in the delectable aroma of the sweet soup. Raising the bowl, she took a tentative sip.

However, as the spoon touched her lips, a sharp pain pierced her throat, a foreign object lodging itself therein.

The abrupt sound of retching echoed, followed by the telltale clatter of the bowl striking the floor.

“Madam, what’s amiss?” Bria’s timely presence intervened.

gaze widened, a trembling finger directed

aback, lunged forward. “What’s

forceful grip yanked

“Step aside.”

authoritative

Millie stood stupefied.

with stern reproach. “Millie, your obstinacy is quite a force. You came to extend an apology, yet it seems you harbored intentions

prior admonition had fallen on deaf

“I don’t understand why there are fish bones here. I did not

yet you claim innocence regarding the fish bones? Your malice is unmistakable. How could you mistrust Mrs. Celeste Thomas to such an extent? She has nothing to do

censure landed squarely on

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