Nnenna's pulse quickened. Judging by the way he tilted that bottle, she was almost certain he was pouring its contents into the soup. She couldn't see the liquid itself, but everything about his careful, secretive movements screamed suspicious.
Her grip on the vent's edge tightened. Got you.
This shocked her to the core.
All this time, she had been convinced nanny was the culprit. Yet there nanny stood, humming softly, arranging the fruits with a care that almost looked motherly, as if she just wanted Carl's plate to look bright and cheerful. Nothing suspicious. Nothing cruel. Just… normal.
The chief chef and sous chef were also absorbed in their work, chopping, stirring, and shouting quick instructions at each other, completely oblivious to what the housekeeper was doing in the corner.
"I can't believe this," Nnenna thought, her stomach twisting. The housekeeper, of all people? He had never once been openly hostile.
