"Wh... what?" Megan Grayson choked.
Stella Grayson snapped, "Was this your doing?!"
"Aunt, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Besides me, you were the only other person who touched the chicken soup!"
"I didn't! I just helped you carry it for a moment. Aunt, how could you suspect me?"
Megan Grayson cried foul, her eyes welling up as she put on a piteous act, looking as if she were on the verge of tears.
"Megan Grayson, it had better not be you!" Stella Grayson gritted her teeth.
She was only suspicious; she had no proof.
Besides, this was the niece she had doted on since childhood. She didn't want to think the worst of her.
"Aunt, don't worry, it really wasn't me..."
"Get out of the car!"
Stella Grayson ordered, her brow furrowed in extreme irritation.
"Aunt?" Megan Grayson was stunned.
The driver quickly pulled over to the side of the road.
"Don't show your face around me for a while. I don't want to see you!" Stella Grayson said coldly.
