Chapter 382
Chapter 382
Athena moved to step forward, but Kendra intercepted her with a honeyed, almost mocking smile. “Athens, do you not trust me, or do you dete Porter Mansion is fit to care for Alexandra?”
Her smile never reached her eyes; her gaze turned icy when it fell upon Athena.
“Of course not,” Athena chuckled lightly. “I’m merely concerned about Mrs. Cavendish.”
“You needn’t worry, Your Highness. Mrs. Cavendish is my aunt. As if I, a princess, would ever harm her,” Kendra scoffed, then turned and walked away.
Athena was left outside, frantic with worry.
The inner quarters were strictly for the ladies of the household; outsiders were strictly forbidden from entering
Seeing that Xander was also being deliberately detained and couldn’t break free, Athena grew increasingly uneasy.
Athena pretended to return to her seat, but as soon as she quietly slipped away while no one was watching, someone immediately began tailing her.
“Jessa?” Athena hissed urgently. Jessa instantly materialized before her.
The maid gaped in shock as Jessa materialized out of nowhere.
Before she could scream, Jessa knocked her out with a swift chop.
Athena gathered her skirts and hurried toward the inner courtyard, Jessa close behind. But with so many rooms in the sprawling Porter Mansion, finding Alexandra would be no easy feat.
Meanwhile, Alexandra had already been escorted into the chamber by Kendra.
In her dazed state, Alexandra could barely endure the splitting headache.
She had never been in this room before–it seemed like one of the manor’s secluded side chambers.
“Kendra, where is this place?” Alexandra asked weakly, pressing a hand to her throbbing forehead.
Kendra hadn’t expected Alexandra to still be so lucid. Clearly, the dose of the drug she’d given wasn’t potent enough.
Kendra helped Alexandra sit down and poured a cup of coffee for her. With a gentle, honeyed voice, she said, “Mrs. Cavendish, this is the Porter Mansion. You’ve had a bit too much to drink, so Kendra brought you here to rest for a while.”
With that, Kendra pushed the wine cup closer to Alexandra.
Alexandra struggled to sit up and took the cup, but just as she was about to bring it to her lips, a wave of nausea churned in her stomach.
Alexandra set the cup down with a pained frown and shook her head. “I can’t stomach it. No more.”
Kendra’s face twisted with feigned concern as she urged, “Mrs. Cavendish, please, just have a little. It’ll help settle your stomach.”
With that, she picked up the cup and pressed it directly to Alexandra’s lips.
Alexandra felt dizzy and lightheaded, her head throbbing with pain, while waves of nausea churned in her stomach. She couldn’t possible stomach another drop.
Her face contorted with anger, Alexandra forcefully pushed Kendra away and snapped, “I already told you I can’t stomach it. Why are you still forcing
me?”
“Mr. Cavendish?” Seeing her chance slipping away, Kendra threw all caution to the wind and forcefully shoved the cup to Alexandra’s lips, determined to
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make her drink.
To Kendra’s shock, Alexandra still had fight left in her. In her desperate struggle, she knocked the cup to the floor with a mu
everywhere.
“Kendra, what in heaven’s name are you trying to pull?” Alexandra finally exploded in rage.
Alexandra had weathered a lifetime of political storms in the palace–there was no scheme she hadn’t encountered
Alexandra had weathered countless poisonings and underhanded schemes in her time.
She had long been on guard–the sachet hanging from her waist served as an antidote. So the drugged wine failed to knock her out.
Kendra hadn’t expected Alexandra to still be so lucid. A flicker of panic darted through her.
But upon closer inspection, Kendra noticed that although Alexandra was still conscious, she was too weak to resist. Only then did Kendra breathe a sigh
of relief.
Her scheme exposed, Kendra dropped the act.
Kendra was weeping uncontrollably, her eyes downcast, unable to meet Alexandra’s gaze. Choking back her sobs, she pleaded, “Mrs. Cavendish, please don’t worry. I just wants you to stay with someone for a little while. He would never dare lay a finger on you.”
At the mention of that name after all these years, Alexandra was utterly staggered.
She bowed deeply before Alexandra. “Mrs. Cavendish, please take pity on me and help me one last time. If I can achieve my wish, I swear I’ll repay you with twice the devotion and care.”
“So, you’re trying to use this to blackmail Xander, aren’t you?” Alexandra demanded, her voice trembling with fury.
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