A Successive Plan

Her tongue fearfully ran across her now-dried lips as she processed his command.

‘He has a suspicion,’ she thought to herself while she watched his gaze burn the mug.

Of course! She had done something to the coffee.

How could she not?

From the maids, she overheard that the Master had problems sleeping at night—well, it's expected, judging from the amount of blood in his hands.

The thought nearly made her roll her eyes.

She also found out that he could only sleep when he had this special decaf coffee digested down his system.

And it was a strict order from the Old Mistress herself, to have this coffee brought to him every night before bed.

She had even assigned him his maid in the mansion, who's in charge of all that gets into his stomach in the mansion.

‘How deeply she loved her eldest son.’

Alyssa almost clicked her tongue in pity for dear Nathan.

“A penny for your thoughts?” He sounded the least interested. “I told you to drink the coffee, or do you want me to shove it down your thr