The moment everyone saw the look on Anastasia’s face, the truth sank in—there really was something wrong with the soup.
“There’s a hidden ingredient in here,” Anastasia said, barely containing her anger. “Most people wouldn’t notice, and it wouldn’t matter for them. But with Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s current condition, he absolutely can’t have it.”
Her mother was a doctor, and Anastasia herself knew a thing or two about nutrition and healing. One glance at the ingredients, and she immediately realized that there was something in the soup that should never have been there.
Someone had done this on purpose.
But Lady Lancaster cared about Harrison more than anyone. Why would the soup she sent be tainted?
“It wasn’t Grandmother,” Harrison said quietly, almost as if reading her mind.
Anastasia turned to him. His eyes were cold and deep, as if he already knew exactly who was behind it.
She was about to ask when Elder Mrs. Lancaster’s anxious voice echoed from the hallway.
“How is Harrison?!”
Anastasia looked up to see Lady Lancaster being helped swiftly into the room, worry etched across her face.
Fearing that the elderly Lady’s frail health might not withstand such a shock, Logan hurried to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Lady Lancaster. Mr. Harrison is awake now, and with Anastasia here, he’s in good hands.”
Lady Lancaster’s gaze fell on Harrison, now awake and sitting up in bed, with Anastasia by his side. Relief washed over her, and she let out a shaky breath.
“Thank God… he’s awake, thank God…”
She hurried to his side, fussing over him, asking how he was and how this could have happened so suddenly.
Anastasia met Harrison’s eyes, then turned to Lady Lancaster before he could answer. “Grandmother, who made the soup you sent over?”
Lady Lancaster was no fool. The question alone was enough to drain the color from her face.
She shot upright. “There’s something wrong with the soup?!”
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