For a long moment.
He regained his composure, feigning confusion, "Medicine... what medicine... Little Mosquito, Uncle Marcus 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 her ground, coordinating seamlessly with her baby.
"..." Marcus Moore couldn't muster a rebuttal, stiffly freezing in place.
That was when he realized that everything he had done had already been exposed in front of the mother and daughter.
"Who were you just talking to?" Little Bun interrogated him.
"... Kathrine Jaron."
With lips tightly pursed, Marcus Moore helplessly admitted, "The medicine was from her, it was her idea..."
"Is she coming over soon?" Little Bun was always so incisive.
"...Yes." Marcus Moore was terrified.
The child standing before him was like a judge, coldly and indifferently interrogating him.
And the questions asked were always so sharp.
