“Are you saying someone is using the toxins produced by certain foodbinations to slowly poison Bianca?” Terrence Sterling spected.


    Meredith nodded firmly, having thought about this on her way here. She had found a cookbook on Joy Chaucer’s bookshelf in the Chaucer family home. Although the recipes didn’t explicitly mention harmfulbinations, she couldn’t shake off her suspicion.


    “I asked around,” Meredith added. “These foodbinations wouldn’t show up in tests. They gradually damage the body, and over time, health deteriorates.”Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    This was more insidious than outright poisoning. It was a silent killer. Meredith had researched food ipatibilities on her way here and found Hugo Hart’s warnings to be true. The damage was irreversible, like cooking a piece of meat; it could never return to its raw state, no matter how advanced the medical treatment.


    This exined why Bianca couldn’t be saved. Even without Chloe’s final act of sabotage, Bianca wouldn’t have survived.


    “Meredith, I had my suspicions too,” Terrence Sterling said. “I had people investigate whether our mother’s illness was due to her diet. There were no leads, but what you’re saying now makes sense.”


    “But now…” he trailed off.


    “Chloe has already been sentenced,” Meredith understood his hesitation. “Unless the case is reopened, these are just spections and won’t help. I thought Chloe would appeal, but she didn’t. She epted the verdict. Now I’m worried it wasn’t Chloe but Joy Chaucer. The real culprit might still be out there.”


    Terrence Sterling had initially suspected Joy Chaucer when their child was almost taken from the hospital. He nned to eliminate this threat regardless of whether Joy Chaucer was involved.


    Now, Joy Chaucer had taken over Chloe’s business and remained low-key, causing no further trouble. Unless Liam Michaelson made new progress in Ruby Kim’s death case or Joy Chaucer made a mistake, she remained just a suspect.


    “Now that we have this theory, we can be cautious,” Terrence Sterling gently squeezed Meredith’s arm, his gaze tender. “So much has happened this past year. Meredith, I want to take you away for a while. I still owe you a wedding and a honeymoon. Let’s have the wedding next spring, on March 3rd.”


    Tomorrow was their child’s hundredth-day celebration. Ste had suggestedbining it with their wedding, but Terrence Sterling refused. He wanted their wedding to be purely about them, not mixed with another event.


    “Our daughter is already so big; there’s no need for a wedding now,” Meredith said, touched. “I know your family isn’t short on money, but with Fiona and Justin gone and my mother passed away, I don’t want a wedding anymore. Without genuine blessings, it would just be a formality.”


    A woman doesn’t need a wedding dress; marrying the right person is what matters. And she had married the right person.


    The Sterling family had fully epted her. She had a loving husband and an adorable daughter. What more could she ask for?


    Given everything that had happened recently, Terrence Sterling decided not to press the issue. Instead, he made a sudden decision: “Tonight, I’ll take you somewhere special for some alone time.”


    Since their child’s birth three months ago, they hadn’t had any private moments together. Tonight, he decided to leave Little Lucky with Ste and take Meredith out.


    Ste was more than happy to help. She came over immediately to take Little Lucky and assured them, “Enjoy your time together; don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take good care of Little Lucky.”


    Meredith blushed and gave Terrence Sterling a yful re.


    Once Ste left with the baby, Terrence Sterling took Meredith out as well.


    Though they lived in a spacious vi with plenty of rooms, the romance of staying in a hotel was different.


    While Ste was picking up the baby, Terrence Sterling had instructed Linda to book and prepare a hotel room.


    Linda was very experienced in creating romantic settings.


    When they opened the hotel room door, they were greeted by a floor covered in flower petals-white, red, and pink. The wind blew them up as the door opened, creating a beautiful scene.


    Flowers, music, wine, and food-essential elements of romance.


    Terrence Sterling held her hand and asked, “Is it too cliche?”


    Meredith shook her head with a smile. “No, it’s perfect.”


    Terrence Sterling closed the door behind them. In the soft lighting, the atmosphere became intimate.


    He gazed at her lovingly, gently caressed her face, and slowly leaned in to kiss her lips…