Chapter 998


    Thssa indeed felt a bit hungry. Breakfast had been a light affair, because her appetite squashed


    under the weight of Lysander''s watchful gaze. Now, as the clock struck two in the afternoon, she


    realized she had skipped lunch entirely.


    The meal on the dining table did not interest her at all, but her taste buds sprang to life when Susan


    brought over a slice of cake. Her stomach growled—not just from hunger, but also because of her


    newfound penchant for sweets. The mere scent of sugar was enough to pique her appetite.


    Thssa received the chocte cake, and her fingers reached for the fork that was stuck jauntily into


    the frosting.


    Susan stood by her side, a friendly smile painted on her face, though inside she was practically


    bursting with malice. "Go on, eat up, Thssa." she thought smugly, "You country bumpkin! Dog shit is


    all you deserve. You are going to taste it soon, but still, you will have to thank me for bringing you the


    cake. Thssa, you’re no match for me!"


    She watched, barely containing her glee and waiting for Thssa to take a bite. But to her surprise,


    Thssa let go of the fork and offered the cupcake back to her.


    "It’s your favorite, Susan. I couldn''t possibly snatch them from you. You cut this piece, so you must


    have wanted it yourself, right? Here, you should have it."


    Thssa extended the cake toward Susan. She smiled with icy scrutiny in her eyes. She dared not to


    trust a soul in Bruce''s family.


    Just moments ago, Susan had been malicious to her. And now, after a brief trip to the kitchen, why she


    returned with sudden kindness?


    The false warmth in Susan''s smile made Thssa''s skin crawl. It was not Thssa''s first confrontation


    with the Bruce n — she had learned to spot their feigned enthusiasm from a mile away. The warmer


    their smiles, the deeper their scheming.


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    And Susan, with her sugary words and radiant smile, seemed a little too eager. Something was


    definitely off.


    Could this cupcake be poisoned? Thssa mused inwardly. She wouldn''t put it past Susan to serve


    her somethingced with ill intent.


    Susan''s smile faltered. A flicker of something passed across her face too quickly to be caught. But


    then, she spoke with faked kindness.


    "Oh,e on, Thssa. This is my home, and I can have a cupcake whenever I like. You''re the guest,


    and I cut it especially for you. Don''t be shy, dig in."


    "I''m really not in the mood for sweets right now. You should enjoy it." Thssa pressed, pushing the


    cupcake closer to Susan, almost to her lips.


    Susan recoiled as if the cupcake were a venomous snake. Her smile crumbled into a scowl. "What''s


    the matter with you? I''m trying to be nice here and cut you a piece of cake. You rejected it and even


    dare to push me!”


    No one knew better than Susan what was hidden in that cake.


    How could she possibly eat it, knowing she had mixed in something as vile as dog shit?


    Thssa''s refusal was adamant. Could she have sensed something amiss?


    But how was that possible? Susan had carefully hidden that within the creamy center, which was


    invisible from the outside. She had even sprinkled a generous dusting of chocte shavings on top to


    mask the stench.


    How could Thssa have possibly detected it?


    Yet, if she hadn''t detected, why would she refuse?


    "Am I being pushy, or is there something wrong with your cake?" Thssa challenged with a steely


    expression.