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.

Celeste’s gaze widened, a

forward. “What’s wrong?

forceful grip

“Step aside.”

authoritative

Millie stood stupefied.

reproach. “Millie, your obstinacy is quite

prior admonition had fallen

her voice marked with incredulity. “I don’t understand why

innocence regarding the fish bones? Your malice is unmistakable. How could

censure landed

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