Chapter 1918


    Chapter 1918


    “Foodborne illness?” Balfour turned his head and looked at Talia who stood beside him.


    Talia had always been the caregiver for the elderly couple, managing their meals and tending to their


    needs.


    Feeling the weight of Balfour’s scrutinizing gaze, Talia quickly stood up and waved her hands in


    defense, “Mr. Balfour, I swear I had no idea! I know how fragile Senior Mr. and Mrs. Howard’s health is.


    I’ve always been very careful with their diets, never letting them have any takeout or anything. How


    could they possibly be poisoned?”


    Talia was frantic, trying to clear her name, but without proof, all she could do was waving hands in


    desperation.


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    “Food?” Ivy suddenly thought of herself. She had prepared breakfast that morning. Could Dean and


    Alyssa’s current condition be because of her cooking?


    Watching Talia’s anxious demeanor, Ivy hesitated before standing up and speaking softly, “Um… I was


    the one who made breakfast this morning, andst night’s dinner too. It has nothing to do with Talia.”


    With his eyebrows raised, Balfour fixed his gaze on Ivy without saying a word for a moment.


    He trusted Talia; after all, she’d been by Alyssa’s side for years, deeply bonded with the old couple. It


    wasn’t likely she’d poison them.


    But Ivy, he couldn’t be totally certain about her.


    After entrusting the care of the elderly to Talia, Balfour led Ivy out of the sickroom and into the hallway.


    Le was also there, havinge to help with the elderly and waiting outside.


    Ivy timidly followed behind Balfour. Once they had moved a bit away, she spoke up, “Um… Mr. Howard,


    I know your family has staff for cooking, but I just arrived and wanted to fulfill our agreement by being a


    considerate granddaughter-inw, so I thought I’d cook a meal


    for them.”


    Balfour turned around and looked at her coldly, “So, what exactly did you put in the breakfast?”


    It seemed from Talia’s ount that there was nothing amiss afterst night’s dinner, so the problem


    must have been with this morning’s meal!


    Ivy furrowed her brows, thinking hard, “I didn’t add anything strange, just regr ingredients. Mr.


    Howard, I know you suspect me, but I really didn’t put anything that shouldn’t be there.”


    Balfour scrutinized her; she didn’t seem to be lying and had no apparent motive to harm the elderly.


    “1… I think I saw something.”


    At the voice, they both turned to see the maid, Le, who had timidly approached.


    Balfour addressed Le, “What did you see?”


    Le nced fearfully at lvy, as if terrified, “I was there when Ms. Dunhill was making breakfast. I saw


    her add some white powder to the oatmeal. I asked her what it was, and she said it was a special


    ingredient in her secret recipe, so I didn’t question further.”


    Ivy was stunned, looking at Le who was tantly lying. She didn’t know how to react, but one thing


    was clear to her now.


    This maid had disliked her from the start, harboring hostility; that was certain!


    “Le, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever add white powder to the oatmeal? I have


    no quarrel with you, and why are you ndering me?