Chapter 807 I Hope She Is rice


    "Or what?" Brandon interrupted her with a grim look on his face. "You want to kill us?"


    Sydney frowned and then smiled, "No. After all, it will get my hands dirty, but it''s not impossible for


    me to kill you in other ways, Brandon."


    She suddenly took a step forward, lowered her voice, and said coldly, "I know you let Madeline and


    Kaylie poison my father. And you have done some other things. As long as I get evidence, you will


    be sentenced to death."


    As he heard these words, Brandon''s pupils suddenly shrank, and his face went white.


    He looked at Sydney in shock as if asking how she knew this.


    Sydney just sneered without answering. She then carried the mugwort cake and left the dessert


    store.


    Brandon looked at her back with ghastly eyes.


    A few years ago, he paid Kaylie and Madeline to poison Harry. He did it very secretly and did not


    even tell the people around him.


    He originally thought that no one else would know about it.


    Unexpectedly, reality gave him a hard p. Sydney found out.


    Did Madeline tell her this?


    No.


    If Madeline had told Sydney that she had poisoned Harry, Sydney would not have let Madeline go.


    So Madeline wouldn''t be that stupid.


    Someone else must have told Sydney.


    As for who did that...


    Brandon''s eyes narrowed, filled with viciousness.


    He would definitely find that person and get him killed. Otherwise, that person would be a big


    threat.


    "Darling, what are you thinking? You look so scary!" Mrs. Madden was shocked to see Brandon''s


    fierce face.


    Brandon''s eyes flickered. He hid his malice, put on a calm look again, and shook his head at her.


    "Nothing."


    Hearing this, Mrs. Madden did not ask more questions. She lowered her eyes and said in a


    despondent tone, "Why is there no red mole on Sydney''s wrist?"


    "What do you mean?" Brandon frowned at her. "Do you want Sydney to be rice?"


    "No, no, no." Mrs. Madden shook her head and waved her hand. "Of course not. It''s just that


    Sydney is so much like rice. She was adopted two days after rice was taken away by Harry.


    Besides, Sydney''s face resembles your mom''s, and the scar on Sydney''s wrist is in the same ce


    as the red mole on rice''s, which makes me suspect that she is rice. The most important thing


    is that she loves mugwort cakes. Did you see it just now?"


    She grabbed Brandon''s cor with a smile on her face, excitedly saying, "She loves mugwort cakes.


    It has a bitter taste. Most people are not used to this taste, so few people love it. I''m a little


    disappointed that rice does not inherit my taste, yet Sydney, who shares so many simrities


    with rice, likes it, which makes me feel strange."


    There was inexplicably a little bit of joy in her heart.


    As he looked at Mrs. Madden''s smiling face, Brandon''s eyes darkened.


    When it came to Sydney, she was so happy.


    Did she not want Sydney to be rice?


    Brandon sighed and patted the back of his wife''s hand. "Well, don''t talk about it anymore. No matter


    how much you say, Sydney is not rice. We''ve found rice and taken her back. Even though


    there are many simrities between Sydney and rice, they are just coincidences. I don''t know


    why you''re so obsessed with the idea that Sydney might be rice. You''ve even forgotten that


    rice is back with us. But anyway, it''s not right. You broke rice''s heartst time. If you hurt her


    again, rice will have a problem with you."


    Mrs. Madden did not say anything.


    Of course, she knew she was wrong to do so.


    But for some reason, when Mrs. Madden saw Sydney, she inexplicably cared about Sydney and


    wanted to think of Sydney as rice.


    Sometimes, Mrs. Madden even felt that Sydney was more like their daughter than the rice


    around them.


    Sydney had too many things that reminded them of rice, such as the time of her appearance, the


    food she and Mrs. Madden both liked, her face simr to that of Brandon''s mom, and the feature


    that her and rice''s wrists shared.


    The rice beside Mrs. Madden, on the other hand, seemed to have none of them.


    Last time, Mrs. Madden said that she was good to rice, but she couldn''t feel affection for rice.


    Mrs. Madden knew it was wrong and should be corrected.


    But after so long, she still couldn''t manage to like rice, which made her very distressed.


    When Mrs. Madden was silent, Brandon wasn''t sure if she was listening to his words.


    He rubbed his brow, feeling a little tired. "Well, ignore this. We came here to buy food. Since there is


    no mugwort cake here, then buy something else. We are already here. It is not good to return


    empty-handed."


    Mrs. Madden forced a smile. "Okay."


    On the other hand, Sydney had already returned to her car.


    She left the mugwort cake on the passenger side and leaned back on the driver''s seat, her eyes


    slightly closed. She was depressed, and she kept recalling that Mrs. Madden had stared


    emotionally at her with red and bright eyes.


    At that time, Mrs. Madden''s gaze was very odd, excited, joyful, and loving.


    That kind of look shocked Sydney.


    She didn''t know what Mrs. Madden meant at that time, but she knew that Mrs. Madden acted like


    that because of the scar on her wrist.


    Thinking about it, Sydney opened her eyes, turned the lights on, and then raised her hand. She


    looked at the fresh scar on her wrist, her eyes gleaming slightly.


    What did this scar mean to Mrs. Madden? Why did she suddenly change her attitude toward


    Sydney?


    Sydney''s heart was pounding and beating fast. The answer almost burst out of her mind.


    But soon, she forcibly suppressed it.


    She rubbed her cheeks hard, which smudged her makeup and hurt her face. Only then did she put


    her hands down.


    She must not think any further.


    Or it would certainly be very terrible, and she could not ept it.


    So she absolutely could not think about it.


    Sydney bit her lower lip.


    And she couldn''t think of Mrs. Madden again.


    Mrs. Madden affected her emotions too much recently.


    So she couldn''t think about Mrs. Madden, let alone care about Mrs. Madden, or the result would


    be unbearable.


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    She had to calm down.


    Sydney squeezed her hands, forcing herself to beposed.


    After a long time, Sydney was calm on the outside, but her heart was heavy.


    Until she got back to Shallow Bay, she was still in low spirits.


    Julien came back at almost twelve o''clock.


    He had thought that Sydney was asleep at this time, so when he entered the door, he moved very


    gently, afraid that the noise would reach the bedroom and wake her up.


    When Julien changed his shoes and turned on the lights in the living room, he was startled to see


    Sydney sitting on the couch with her head slightly bowed.


    But Julien quickly regained hisposure.


    He walked over on his long legs with a frown, and his voice held a hint of displeasure and obvious


    concern. "Why are you still awake at thiste hour?"


    Sydney did not answer as if she had not heard it, remaining motionless.


    Seeing this, Julien stopped pulling his tie and looked down at her carefully.


    Then he found that she was in a trance.