Chapter 560 A Quiet Poison

Chapter 560 A Quiet Poison

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Grace and Henry exchanged a look; both of them felt the cold fear mirrored in the other’s

eyes.

If Lily hadn’t spoken up to their eldest grandson, and had instead kept these things bottled inside, growing distant from him–then what if, in despair, she lost the baby? Their precious great–granddaughter might be lost because of Renee. They would never allow that wornan into the Luke household again.

“I told you so–Rence has impure motives toward my brother!” Ivan crowed, shaking his head. “Some people’s faces are so thick. After my brother drove her out, she still clings to our house like she belongs here–what’s she made of?”

Renee trembled with hatred. She had thought that by answering James’s phone and letting Lily misunderstand, Lily would keep it to herself and grow distant. She never imagined Lily would tell James everything.

Provoked by Ivan, she was rendered speechless with shame.

Just then a servant set a bowl of white fish maw down in front of Lily.

That morning she’d overheard the cooks say that since Lily became pregnant, Grace had insisted every morning on a bowl of white fish maw for her–specifically a rare, wild–grade batch. With the extra ingredients, one bowl cost tens of thousands.

Her mother had once cared for James for three years and had done the Luke family a favor, for which they’d only given her twenty million and a vi. Why did the Lukes spend so much on Lily, who hadn’t done anything for them? It was unfair.

Renee couldn’t ept the familyvishing such expense on Lily.

When she watched Lily lift the bowl, a sh of pleasure flickered in her eyes.

The Luke family’s indulgence, she thought, had nothing to do with Lily’s worth or birth–it was all for the sake of the child in Lily’s belly. Once that child was gone, Lily would be worthless.

This morning, while fetching something in the kitchen, she had slipped something into the fish–maw broth: a drug that would induce a miscarriage. If Lily drank the bowl, the child in her womb would turn into a pool of blood. She might even lose her ability to conceive forever.

Then Lily would have no value, and the Lukes would cast her out. If Lily bled out, who would they suspect but the cooks? The me would fall on them.

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Chapter 560 A Quiet Poison

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Her hands clenched so hard her fingertips trembled. She was certain she would soon see Lily’s skirt wet with blood, copse in agony–she could not imagine a better sight.

But Lily suddenly pinched her nose and set the bowl aside.

“I must have overeatenst night. My stomach’s too bloated- I can’t take this right now.”

Grace and Nancy, women who had given birth and knew the ways of pregnancy, immediately understood. A pregnant woman’s cravings change. Even if the bowl was expensive and nourishing, Grace wouldn’t force it on her.

“Don’t worry, don’t force it. I’ll have the cook make something different tomorrow. Right. Pregnant women need small meals frequently. When you want it, we’ll make it for you.”

Renee, who had secretly spiked the fish maw with the abortifacient she’d paid so much for, was furious that her n might fail. She blinked a few watery, earnest–seeming tears and said, “Don’t get me wrong–I was only joking this morning. I only see James as a brother. There’s nothing between us. This fish maw is something Grandma and your godmother specially had prepared for you–they meant well. You should drink it. Pregnancy is hard; you’re so thin, you need to nourish yourself.”

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Of course he wanted Lily to eat and gain strength–but he also knew pregnancy and food could trigger nausea. Lily had already said she didn’t want it. Renee was pressuring her, and it disgusted him.

He reached to take the bowl away so Lily wouldn’t be

put on the

spot.

Ivan was faster.

He was sitting slightly closer to Lily than James was. The smell of the fish maw made him hungry; seeing his sister–inw decline, he grabbed the bowl and, without a spoon, started shoveling it directly into his mouth with a cheerful grin.

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