?Chapter 914:


    The soldier gave a subtle nod before slipping away unnoticed, his figure fading into the shadows beyond the Harrison family’s mansion.


    Makenna’s POV:


    We followed the Harrison family’s butler into an opulent room, where Codyy sprawled on the bed, looking frail and sickly.


    His face was devoid of color, his features drawn with exhaustion. The moment he caught sight of us, he made an effort to speak, but before a single word could escape, a violent coughing fit overtook him.


    “Ahem… ahem… ahem…”


    His entire body trembled as he clutched the nket, veins bulging on his forehead with the force of each cough.


    Was this supposed to be convincing? His exaggerated convulsions and well-timed fits were far too theatrical. Even an amateur could see he was putting on a show. I stood quietly to the side, watching his performance unfold, skepticism creeping into my mind.


    As I mulled over my thoughts, the butler stepped forward, his face shadowed with what appeared to be deep sorrow. With a grave tone, he said, “Here’s what happened—after Mr. Harrison took the medicine Edward brought, he suddenly fell ill. We immediately summoned a doctor, and after a thorough examination, we discovered he had been poisoned.”


    The butler heaved a dramatic sigh before adding with an air of relief, “Luckily, Mr. Harrison had only ingested a small dose. The poison hadn’t fully taken effect. Had he taken more… we would be looking at a corpse right now.”


    As if on cue, he wiped at his eyes, feigning grief.


    Dayton wore a polite yet utterly insincere smile as he responded coolly,


    “How dreadful. But, Mr. Harrison, do you have any proof that it was Edward who poisoned you?”


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    Cody, still gasping for breath, took his time before answering weakly,


    “If it wasn’t Edward, then who else? He was the one who personally brought the medicine. Or are you suggesting I poisoned myself?”


    Dayton’s expression didn’t waver as he sneered,


    “And what exactly would Edward gain from poisoning you? usations without solid evidence won’t get us anywhere.”


    Cody sighed heavily, shaking his head as if burdened by a great weight. “Who knows? The situation is moreplicated than you think. Perhaps someone ordered him to do it.”


    He paused deliberately, letting his gaze drift over everyone in the room before finally locking eyes with Dayton, a pointed glint in his stare. “Just think about it. If I were to die, who would stand to gain the most? It’s not hard to figure out who wants me gone.”


    The air in the room grew thick with tension. His implication was clear: he was using Dayton of orchestrating the poisoning, using Edward as a pawn.


    My heart skipped a beat. What a vile tactic. Crude, yes, but disgustingly effective. His carefully spun narrative left us cornered, struggling for a rebuttal.


    I clenched my teeth, seething but without an immediate counter. I had no choice but to rein in my anger and gauge the situation.


    Dayton, unfazed by Cody’s veiled usations, maintained his effortlessposure. His lips curled into an easy smile as he suggested, “In that case, why not conduct a full investigation to trace the origin of the medicine? That should put this matter to rest.”


    For a brief moment, satisfaction flickered in Cody’s expression. His eyes gleamed with barely concealed triumph as he rasped, “Good. That’s exactly what we should do.”


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