Nigel turned and glared at her.
"No need," he said, his voice laced with irritation. "Have it on your own. I can't digest this meal."
Adelyn raised her brows at his words.
She glanced at the dishes laid out on the counter before turning back to him, her expression shifting into mild suspicion.
"Don't tell me you added something wrong to it?" she asked, her gaze narrowing slightly.
Nigel's expression changed instantly. His brows drew together, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face—
But before he could respond—
Adelyn spoke again.
Pointing at the food, she asked,
"Did you poison it?"
Nigel stared at her, utterly incredulous. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to decide whether she was serious or deliberately provoking him.
"… Seriously?" he asked, his tone flat with disbelief.
Adelyn shrugged, completely unfazed.
"You said you can't digest it," she replied casually. "So I was just wondering what special ingredient you added to make it indigestible."
