Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 592

When Yúna got her hands on those pills, Zoe had reassured her they were purely herbal extracts.

That’s why she felt so darn confident spiking Manley’s milk with them! But she never imagined that just

two days later, Frederick would sniff out her little scheme!

Yuna was pale as a ghost, but she wasn’t about to let her efforts go down the drain without a fight,

“Manley’s sick as a dog, probably food poisoning. That’s a whole different can of worms from the

beating Marguerite gave him! How do you explain the bruises? Freddie, you always take Marguerite’s

side, and I’ve never said boo! But how can you twist facts like this? Just because Manley’s milk tested

positive for Nightshade, you think that proves Marguerite’s innocence? That’s just nuts!”

Hackett stood by Yuna like a rock, even though he was clueless about the whole mess and had no idea

how these two incidents were connected. But he backed Yuna up like it was his job!

“Yuna’s right! My grandson got beaten black and blue, and you lot cook up some flimsy excuse to cover

for Marguerite’s misdeeds? Over my dead body!”

With the argument heating up again, Jocelyn had to step in and clarify, “Hackett, you’re missing a piece

of the puzzle. Nightshade is a type of fungus from down South. Eat it raw or have too much, and you’ll

start seeing things.

Marguerite didn’t lay a finger on Manley. He was hallucinating. The bruises? Probably hurt himself

stumbling around in his delirium.”

Jocelyn’s explanation left Hackett speechless for a moment.

If the Food Inspection Department hadn’t pinpointed the source, he’d never have believed it!

Penelope, seeing Hackett finally calming down, quickly pulled him aside.

Meanwhile, Frederick’s commanding voice echoed through the room, “Who’s responsible for Manley’s

milk?”

The servants exchanged looks, but no one stepped forward. Just then, Sadie walked out. of the kitchen

with a glass of honey water, overheard Frederick’s question, and reluctantly owned up to the task.

“Mr. Winston, I’ve always taken care of the children’s milk.”

Frederick’s gaze sharpened, and Marguerite’s heart raced.

Sadie had been with Frederick for years, from the Sapphire Valley Estates to now at Winston Mansion,

managing all household affairs with utmost diligence and never a slip-up.

Frederick’s expression darkened menacingly, his eyes cold with suspicion, an aura of threat looming. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Hackett, blinded by rage, slapped Sadie without a second thought, “Damn you! You’re the one who fed

my grandson Nightshade! What kind of butler are you?

Why was there Nightshade in my grandson’s milk? Did you mix it in just to save yourself some trouble?

Speak up!”

Sadie’s cheek sharply reddened, bearing the stark imprint of the slap. Clutching her swollen face and

on the verge of tears, she desperately explained to Frederick, “Mr. Winston, I swear I don’t know what

happened. The milk they found was from last night, what Manley didn’t finish. I’m completely baffled! I

don’t even know what Nightshade is!

And all three kids’ milk came from the same pot. How come only Manley got sick, and Hayes and

Teresa are fine?”

In the midst of the chaos, a calm and collected voice cut through the tension.

Robert spoke up, “Perhaps, Manley wasn’t poisoned by his food at all. Maybe someone drugged him.”