For a long while.
He came back to his senses, feigned ignorance, and said, "Medicine… what liquid 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, it was you who drank it yourself." Ella stood up bravely, playing off her baby's cue.
"…" Marcus couldn't muster any defense, just stood there in shock.
Only then did he understand that everything he did had already been exposed in front of the mother and daughter.
"Who were you on the phone with just now?" The little tyke grilled him.
"…Kathrine Jaron."
Clamping his lips tight, Marcus helplessly admitted, "The medicine was from her, it was her idea…"
"Is she supposed to come over later?" The little tyke always cut right to the heart of the matter.
"…Yes."
The child in front of him was like a judge, interrogating him with a cold detachment.
Moreover, the questions asked were always so sharp.
