Still Loving You Nonetheless novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551

She cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the topic, “Oh Meredith, I’ve made chicken soup for you. Finish it while it’s hot.”

She brought the thermal flask over, opened the cover and passed it to Meredith. “Here, you can drink it from here.”

“Thank you but I’m not hungry yet, You can just leave it aside.” Meredith had no appetite at all.

“It’s only soup, you can just drink it like it’s water,” Quinley handed the flask to Meredith again and said, “Give my cooking a try, hmm? It’s been a long time since you tried my cooking

Indeed, it has been quite some time.

That year when Quinley wanted to get on her good side, she had made different kinds of food and desserts for Meredith and had them delivered to her house.

Four years had passed. Quinley’s cooking was still the same but her heart had changed.

She even dared to poison the chicken soup.

Meredith was after all a medical student and her mother was a perfume specialist. Of course Meredith was able to notice that the soup somehow smelled different.

But she did not say anything and simply remained with a sweet smile on her face. “Yeah, it’s been so long. But Quinley’s chicken soup still tastes the same, rich and milky.”

“You haven’t even tried it, how do you do if it’s rich and milky?” Quinley stared straight at the chicken soup in her hands as she felt her heartbeat sped up

Meredith wanted to die, did she not? Quinley decided to give her a hand.

“Okay,” Meredith nodded and said, “you should go back first.” Before she left, Quinley added, “Remember to drink the soup and let me know how it tastes, okay? If it’s good, I’ll make you more.” “Sure.”

After Quinley left, Meredith took the chicken soup from the table, smelled it, and pulled into a smirk. She then got off the bed and walked over to the trash bin. Even if she wanted to die, she could not as the Brooks family still needed her. She was worried that Josiah would take out his anger on the Brooks family if she died.

Right when she got off the bed, she heard a familiar voice yelling by the door, “I want to see Meredith Leighton! Let go of me!”

It was Zya.

Meredith was stunned. She put down the flask and walked toward the door.

In the hallway was Zya whose eyes were bloodshot and was trying to struggle away from two nurses,