Chapter 212 Poison in Disguise
Owen understood the implication in Yunice’s words all too well. Afraid she might expose the identity swap between her and Elsie in front of everyone, he took two steps forward, trying to drag Yunice <b>away</b>.
“Are you <b>having </b>another episode? Come on,e back with me: I’ll give you your medicine.”
Yunice pondered. Trying to <b>say </b>I am mentally ill again? That everything I said was nonsense?
Yunice shook off Owen’s <b>hand </b>and said loudly, “So eager to get rid of me–what, Mr. Owen, are you hoping Mr. Jackson dies from poison?”
With a sharp sound, Jackson <b>set </b>his teacup down, eyes dark as he red at Yunice.
Bringing up death at a birthday banquet–<b>was </b>she tired of living?
Owen stared at her, eyes wide and throat dry. “You really must be losing it.”
Yunice didn’t flinch. “Go ahead and eat <b>that </b>ginseng. One bite, and you’ll never say another
word.”
Jackson, always suspicious by nature, was furious at first–but now he was curious, What was wrong with the ginseng?
<b>Linda </b>asked, “Is there something wrong with it?”
“There’s a big problem,<b>” </b>Yunice replied, then turned to Elsie. “Was it <b>Paul </b>who told you that Mr. Jackson’s been unwelltely?<b>” </b>
Elsie didn’t know what Yunice was getting at, but she wasn’t going to miss a <b>chance </b>to <b>make </b>herself look good. “Yes. Paul and I grew up together; he tells me everything. Not long ago, he confided in me–he said he was worried about Mr. Jackson’s health. So I traveled far and wide to find this century–old ginseng deep in the mountains myself.”
With every word Elsie spoke, Taylor’s expression darkened.
Elsie yed up the childhood bond between her and Paul like they were soulmates, making Taylor look like the third wheel.
Carl and Freya watched the drama <b>unfold </b>from <b>a </b>distance.
Freya scoffed. “That shameless white lotus. She’s trampling all over the legitimate fiancée <b>and </b>unting her affair like it’s a badge of honor.”
Yunice didn’t notice Carl <b>watching</b>. She’d led Elsie into her trap, and <b>now </b>she was calmly reeling her in.
“So Paul must’ve told you that Mr. Jackson is currently taking Veratrum<b>. </b>Which means <b>you </b>intentionally brought him ginseng, a known <b>contradiction</b>. You wanted to <b>poison </b>him, didn’t you?”
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Elsie froze, instinctively protesting. “Sis, what are you talking about? Why would I ever want to poison Mr. Jackson?”
<b>Yunice </b>smiled. “Because he’s in your way. That’s why you want him gone.
Others might not understand, but the Powell family knew exactly what she meant.
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Elsie had been using every trick in the book to w her way into the family. There <b>was </b>no doubt she resented Jackson for standing in her way.
Jackson had never liked Elsie; now his <b>face </b>turned even grimmer.
Elsie’s mouth hung open in shock, eyes welling with tears. She cried out, pained, “Yunice, why are you using me like this?”
Owen jumped in to defend her, convinced Yunice was just stirring up trouble. “Elsie did all this <b>out </b>of kindness, and now you’re twisting it into something vile? Apologize to her right now<b>, </b><b>and </b><b>I’ll </b>let this <b>go</b>.”
“Mr. Owen.” Yunice said coolly, “you <b>and </b><b>she </b>are both in the medical field. You know drug interactions better than I do. Are you part of this silent assassination too?”
Taylor chimed in, “Exactly. You’re both medical professionals. Your sister knows Mr. Jackson’s condition inside and out. Yet you still brought him a contradicting remedy. <b>That’s </b>not <b>just </b>careless–it’s malicious<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Owen snapped, “Do you think century–old ginseng is easy toe by? Elsie meant well. So <b>what </b>if she made a mistake<b>?</b>”
Elsie started crying too. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. All I ever wanted was just a little respect. Is <b>that </b>so wrong?”
Hearing that made Owen’s heart ache.
To him. Elsie was the real victim. He didn’t understand why was everyone always targeting her. She was only fighting for what she deserved!
Owen, full of righteous anger, dered, “If <b>you </b><b>all </b>can’t appreciate it, then we won’t gift the <b>ginseng </b>at all!”
Yunice’s delicate handnded on the ginseng gift box before Owen could take it back.
<b>She </b>sneered, “Is it yours to take?”
Shamed in front of everyone, Owen’s face flushed crimson.
Yunice ignored him. Instead, she turned to Elsie, her <b>smile </b>full of ill intent. “You take it.”
Elsie, proud and stubborn, stepped forward with her chin raised, <b>reaching </b>out.
Yunice smiled and pulled the box <b>back </b><b>on </b>purpose.
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was it just so you could steal my ginseng? If you wanted it, you could’ve just <b>said </b>so–1 would’ve
given it to you.
Yunice raised <b>an </b>eyebrow. “Is it yours to give?”
Elsie frowned, voice shaking but still deliant. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Yunice’s tone was light, but the words cut deep. “You said you bought <b>this </b>ginseng from deep in the mountains? Never passed through a supplier?”
Elsie’s voice turned icy. “What <b>are </b>you getting <b>at</b>?”
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