Chapter 594
But before she could, Anastasia was on her in a flash, yanking her away from the bed and throwing her to the floor. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“What’s going on?!”
Mrs. Brennan and the others arrived just in time to see Anastasia standing over a sprawled-out Penny. Lauren, at the back of the group, paled at the scene.
“I don’t know what happened!” Penny cried out before Anastasia could speak. “I was just about to give Benson his medicine when she burst in and pushed me!”
“You were giving him medicine? What medicine? Who told you to?” Anastasia demanded, her voice dangerously low.
“The medicine you prescribed, of course!”
“Is that so?” Anastasia looked down at her. “The medicine I prescribed, which I specifically said to call me for when it was ready? Who gave you permission to act on your own?”
Juliet caught on immediately. “You didn’t call Anastasia, and you didn’t tell anyone else in the family. You just snuck in here to give my brother something. What were you planning? Was that really the medicine Anastasia prescribed?!”
The implication was not lost on the others. The Brennans’ faces grew grim.
“Penny, explain yourself!” Murray commanded.
Penny’s forehead was beaded with sweat. She instinctively looked to Lauren, who shot her a warning glare. *What are you looking at me for? Do you want everyone to know I’m involved?!*
Penny quickly looked away, wailing, “I’ve been framed! I was just trying to help Benson wake up faster!”
But just then, Anastasia picked up
the bowl, which she had snatched
away
ring the scuffle. She brought
it to her nose and sniffed. A moment later, her expression turned glacial.
“This is not my medicine.”
The room fell silent.
Penny’s heart hammered against her ribs. “How could it not be? It was brewed from your prescription! Don’t try to weasel your way out of this!”
Anastasia fixed her with a cold stare. “There’s an extra ingredient in е here-one that wasn’t on my list. My prescription would have saved
Benson’s life this concoction would have killed him.”
A collective gasp went through the room. Lauren and Penny both felt their hands go clammy. Follow current nová´‡ls on.net
“What?!” the old lady cried, swaying on her feet. “In my own home? Who would dare harm my grandson?!”
Anastasia handed the bowl to Mr. Brennan. “If you don’t believe me, Grandfather, smell for yourself.”
He took it without a word. As the head of a family of physicians, he was an expert. He had reviewed Anastasia s prescription multiple times and knew it by heart. One sniff was all it took. His face turned ashen, his aura radiating pure fury. Cóntent
“Bring me the dregs from the pot!” he ordered, his voice tight with rage.
But the servant who went to fetch them returned moments later with bad news. “They’re gone!”
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