After a long pause,
he regained his composure and played dumb, "Medicine... What medicine... Little mosquito, Uncle doesn't understand what you're talking about…"
"Marcus, we all saw it, you poured medicine into my teacup, and in the end, you drank it yourself," Ella Lacey stood up for her baby, echoing the earlier statement.
"…" Marcus had no power to refute and stood there, stunned.
It was then he realized that everything he had done had already been exposed in front of the mother and daughter.
"Who were you on the phone with just now?" the little bun interrogated him.
"…Kathrine Jaron."
Marcus bit his lip, out of options, he admitted, "The medicine was from her, and it was her idea…"
"Is she supposed to be coming over soon?" the little bun was always so incisive.
"…Yes." Marcus was scared to death.
The child in front of him was like a judge, coldly and indifferently interrogating him.
Moreover, the questions he asked were always so sharp.
