EN By Snow De Eira Chapter 551


    She cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the topic, “Oh Meredith, I’ve made chicken soup for


    you. Finish it while it’s hot.”


    She brought the thermal sk over, opened the cover and passed it to Meredith. “Here, you can drink it


    from here.”


    “Thank you but I’m not hungry yet, You can just leave it aside.” Meredith had no appetite at all.


    “It’s only soup, you can just drink it like it’s water,” Quinley handed the sk to Meredith again and said,


    “Give my cooking a try, hmm? It’s been a long time since you tried my cooking


    Indeed, it has been quite some time.


    That year when Quinley wanted to get on her good side, she had made different kinds of food and


    desserts for Meredith and had them delivered to her house.


    Four years had passed. Quinley’s cooking was still the same but her heart had changed.


    She even dared to poison the chicken soup.


    Meredith was after all a medical student and her mother was a perfume specialist. Of course Meredith


    was able to notice that the soup somehow smelled different.


    But she did not say anything and simply remained with a sweet smile on her face. “Yeah, it’s been so


    long. But Quinley’s chicken soup still tastes the same, rich and milky.”


    “You haven’t even tried it, how do you do if it’s rich and milky?” Quinley stared straight at the chicken


    soup in her hands as she felt her heartbeat sped up


    Meredith wanted to die, did she not? Quinley decided to give her a hand.


    Meredith would not wake up the next day after she finished the soup.


    Right then, one of the nurses knocked on the door and walked in. “Miss Meredith, did you call for me?”


    “I didn’t,” Meredith put down the chicken soup on the table, nced at the bell behind her, and said to


    the nurse, “sorry, I might have identally pressed it.”


    “Oh, it’s alright. I’ll get going now.”


    “Okay.”


    The nurse stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at Quinley who was sitting on the bed next


    to Meredith. “But, Miss Meredith, Sir had given orders that you’re not allowed to ept any visitors


    during your stay here.” “That was before, not anymore,” Meredith added calmly, “plus, Quinley is my


    best friend and ady, not a man.”


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    “But…” The nurse sounded conflicted.


    Quinley, on the other hand, stood up and said, “I think it’s better for me to leave now. Meredith,


    remember to finish the soup, aight? I’lle see you some other day.”


    “Okay,” Meredith nodded and said, “you should go back first.” Before she left, Quinley added,


    “Remember to drink the soup and let me know how it tastes, okay? If it’s good, I’ll make you more.”


    “Sure.”


    After Quinley left, Meredith took the chicken soup from the table, smelled it, and pulled into a smirk.


    She then got off the bed and walked over to the trash bin. Even if she wanted to die, she could not as


    the Brooks family still needed her. She was worried that Josiah would take out his anger on the Brooks


    family if she died.


    Right when she got off the bed, she heard a familiar voice yelling by the door, “I want to see Meredith


    Leighton! Let go of me!”


    It was Zya.


    Meredith was stunned. She put down the sk and walked toward the door.


    In the hallway was Zya whose eyes were bloodshot and was trying to struggle away from two nurses,