Chapter 431

Ophelia listened to his words, holding back her tears. She lowered her head and saw a large patch of bloodstain on his snow-white collar, a truly shocking sight. “How could he suddenly vomit blood?” she wondered. Is it because of his illness? But she clearly checks his pulse daily, so there shouldn’t be any issues at the moment!

While thinking, she hurriedly took his pulse. After a moment, her face looked very unpleasant. “Honey, what did you just eat?”

Winford’s condition was supposed to be very stable, but now it seemed to have been exacerbated by something and suddenly became severe.

Upon hearing her question, Winford’s hand, which was caressing her cheek, suddenly paused. “Is it the food?”

Graham’s face also changed. “Just now, Glenda sent over some soup to replenish his strength. Mr. Winford drank a bowl…”

Ophelia immediately said, “Bring it over and let me have a look!”

The servant immediately brought the soup. Ophelia took it, lowered her head to smell it, and her beautiful face immediately fell. As soon as they saw her expression, everyone in the room understood that it was indeed a problem with the soup.

“There is a medicine added in here, very discreetly,” Ophelia said, suppressing her anger. “It’s not a problem for ordinary people to drink it, but considering Mr. Winford’s current condition, it is absolutely forbidden!” Her mother was a doctor; she also had some knowledge of food therapy, and she immediately knew that there should not be that medicinal taste in the ingredients of this nourishing soup! So it was intentional by someone!

But Glenda was the most caring and concerned person about Winford. How could the soup she had someone send have a problem?

“It’s not Grandma,” Winford said in a faint voice, as if he knew what she was thinking.

Ophelia turned her head and saw him; his eyes gleamed coldly, dark and abyss-like, as if he knew who had done it. Ophelia was about to ask when, suddenly, Glenda’s voice came in a hurry. “How is Winford doing?!”

As I turned my head, I saw Glenda being supported by someone, walking briskly into the room, with an unmistakable look of anxiety and unease on her face. The old woman was also in poor health, and Graham was afraid that she might have an accident if she got upset. He hurriedly reassured her, “Don’t worry, Mr. Winford has already woken up, and with Mrs. Pruitt here, nothing will happen!”

At that moment, Glenda also saw Winford, who had already woken up in bed, and Ophelia, who was by his side. Her heart suddenly sank halfway to her throat. “Good, you woke up…”

Afterwards, I couldn’t help but step forward and show great concern, asking how someone could suddenly start coughing up blood when they were perfectly fine.

Ophelia glanced at Winford and, before he could speak, asked directly, “Grandma, who cooked the replenishing soup that was sent to us?”

Glenda was not a fool, and her face immediately changed upon hearing Ophelia’s question. He stood up in a hurry and exclaimed, “Is there something wrong with that soup?!”

Ophelia nodded and truthfully said, “A herb medicine was added to the soup, which exacerbated Mr. Winford’s condition.”

Glenda was trembling with anger and asked Vivian, who was accompanying her, “Who cooked the soup?”

Vivian: “It was Allie…”

Glenda’s face immediately became more unpleasant. Allie was a young maid who served by her side and was usually very trusted by her, as she had been brought over from the Pruitt family in Kingchester.