Darren was stretching leisurely when he came down the stairs, only to hear the choked sobs of Serena.
Instinctively, he quickened his pace. Reaching the bottom, he saw her eyes, red and swollen with tears.
"What on earth happened here?"
He glanced from Serena, who seemed pitiful, to the imposing Eunice, who sat at the head of the table, completely baffled by the scene.
Had the two argued?
"Serena, you’re awake. And what’s with the cast on your arm? Eunice, what’s going on here?"
Serena’s tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed,
"Grandpa, do you really think I would harm you? Last night, I just started feeling sick all of a sudden. I mentioned it in the car, didn’t I? I felt like I was going to be sick, and after we got out... I don’t know, I started hallucinating."
She continued through her tears,
"I can’t remember what happened next. If it weren’t for the servants telling me, I wouldn’t believe I did all those bizarre things last night. I’m covered in bruises, and I have no idea how I got them.
How could this possibly be related to being drugged?"
"Being drugged? What are you talking about? Eunice, you suspect that Serena drugged herself?" Darren asked, confused. "Does that even make sense? There’s no benefit to her in doing that."
"What if she meant to drug someone else and accidentally took it herself?" Eunice asked coldly.
"So in your eyes, I’m that kind of venomous person? We were having such a lovely family dinner last night; who would I possibly want to harm? Why would I want to harm any of you? After eighteen years, do you really see me as a heartless monster?"
Just then, Belinda, drawn by the commotion, asked in bewilderment,
"What’s all this noise about? Why the commotion so early in the morning?"
"Aunt Eunice, if you prefer Rose because she’s blood-related and want to get rid of me, just say it. Why accuse me unfairly? I’m a victim here! I’m humiliated in front of my boyfriend. I’d rather be dead!
Now you also misunderstand me."
Serena’s tears flowed as she clung to Belinda’s neck, weeping bitterly.
Belinda had never seen her granddaughter so devastated, crying in her embrace. Serena had always been the darling of the family, never allowed to shed a tear.
"So what’s the deal now? I’m still not clear on it. Eunice, you think Serena tried to poison us but accidentally hurt herself? Is that it? Do you have any proof?" Belinda asked, lifting her head.
Eunice, of course, had no evidence. Her intention was to rattle Serena with psychological tactics to see if she would slip up.
But Serena, perhaps sensing support had arrived, burst into tears, which made Eunice suspect her even more.
Innocent people don’t need such dramatics, nor do they need someone to back them up.
Serena’s reaction seemed a bit like a cover-up.
"I have no proof," Eunice admitted, but her gaze at Serena was inscrutable, as if trying to see through her.
"If there’s no evidence..." Belinda was at a loss for words. The situation was bizarre, but without proof, it was wrong to accuse Serena. What if they were wrong about her?
"If you believe someone is behind this, trying to harm our family, then I implore you, Grandma, and Grandpa, to investigate thoroughly and clear my name!" Serena was emphatic, her words strong despite the tears.
"Even though I’m not a natural-born Collins, I would never harm you! I’m not heartless. In my eyes, you will always be my dearest and most cherished family!"

"Thanks for your help. Someone escort Dr. Justin out, please."

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