Chapter 1920


    Chapter 1920


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    Still, Balfour decided to follow Le’s tracks with Ivy.


    The taxi pulled up to the Howard Mansion, and Le rushed to pay the fare before dashing through the


    gates.


    After high school, her family couldn’t afford to send her to college. With no other choices, she started


    job hunting and struck gold with at housemaid position at the Howards’, simple work with generous pay.


    But more importantly, it was here she met Balfour Howard.


    She had fallen in love for Balfour!


    To her, he was a man high above her reach. She never dared to dream, just content with admiring him


    from a safe distance.


    Then came Ivy, an ordinary girl who managed to be Balfour’s wife. Why Ivy?


    Ivy was clever, indeed. Who would have thought of fingerprint analysis to prove her innocence?


    Le had to hurry home and wipe away all evidence.


    Then Ivy would have no way to prove she hadn’t poisoned the old couple!


    Back at the house, Le didn’t bother to take off her shoes, heading straight for the kitchen!


    But as she reached for the cloth to wipe the evidence away, Ivy walked in, pushed her aside, and


    snatched the pot. “Le, what are you doing?”


    Stunned, Le tried to grab the pot back from Ivy’s hands.


    Ivy, holding the pot, backed away as Balfour suddenly appeared. He pulled her behind him, standing


    protectively in front, and demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?”


    “Ah!” Le hadn’t expected Balfour to be home too. She fell to the ground, unable to get up.


    At that moment, Quinton arrived, somewhat bewildered by the scene. “Mr. Howard, my apologies for


    beingte. What do you need?”


    “You’re right on time,” Ivy said, cing the pot on the counter and looking down at Le. “But I think


    there’s no need for testing now. Someone’s already acting guilty.”


    Struggling through her pain, Le rose and knelt before them. “Sir, I just came home to get some


    things. I don’t know why Ivy pushed me.”


    “Le, do you take us for fools? Just as I mention evidence on the pot, you rush back in straight for the


    kitchen?” Ivy squatted before her, lips pursed, eyes questioning. “I’m confident in my cleanliness when I


    cook. How could Dean and Alyssa get poisoned?”


    Balfour had always ensured the best ingredients for his aging grandparents, with no issues until now.


    Ivy continued, “For a moment, I doubted myself. Could it have been my mistake that caused their


    illness? But your usations cleared my self-doubt!”


    Ivy’s frown deepened, her gaze firm on Le. “Only the real culprit would nder me for something I


    didn’t do.


    I didn’t bring in any outside pots for breakfast; I used what we’ve always had at home. You panicked


    when you heard there was evidence on the pot!


    And you were the only one there when I stepped away to the restroom for five minutes. I suppose that’s


    when you tampered with it, right?”


    Le shook her head, her guilt evident. “I didn’t… I didn’t…”


    “You didn’t? Then why rush back to clean the pot if you’re innocent? Doesn’t that scream guilty?” Ivy


    pressed.


    Now Balfour totally understood what had happened. He demanded to Quinton, “Take the leftover


    breakfast for analysis. Find the toxic substance and inform the doctors for proper treatment.”


    Quinton nodded, “Yes! And Le…”.


    Without a hint of emotion, Balfour nced at Le, “Hand her to the police.”


    Quinton affirmed, “Right away!”