When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1812

Chapter 1812 Are You Accusing Me Of Poisoning Her
“Well? Did you find anything?” Cecilia asked as soon as they were alone.

Charlotte nodded quickly, worry written all over her face. “We did. There's something harmful in the scrambled eggs. It's slow-acting, which is why it hasn't been noticeable right away.”

Cecilia's heart sank. Her gaze shifted toward Yuliana, who wasn't far away.

At that moment, Yuliana was playing with the two little ones, her face full of warmth. Although she didn't particularly like Cecilia, she had a soft spot for these kids. “Come here, sweetie! Let me give you a hug,” she cooed, her voice gentle.

The children, naturally drawn to her, ran into her arms.

Bethany chuckled. “Yuliana, children are so adorable, aren't they? When are you going to find a boyfriend, bring him home, and have a couple of your own?”

The moment marriage and kids were mentioned, Yuliana's expression soured. “Grandma, I've told you before—I don't want to get married, and I definitely don't want kids.”

She enjoyed her single life too much to give it up. What was the point of finding a man?

“You silly girl,” Bethany sighed. “No wonder your mother's always complaining about you. How do you plan to live like this?” Bethany, from an older generation, firmly believed that marriage and children were the natural course of life.

Yuliana didn't bother arguing and simply continued playing with the kids.

Watching from a distance, Cecilia hesitated. Should I expose Yuliana right now, in front of everyone?

“Boss, should I tell Mdm. Queenie?” Charlotte asked. She could tell Cecilia was put in a tough spot.

But Cecilia stopped her. “Wait a minute. Let's not rush this.”

Charlotte frowned. “But Yuliana is trying to harm Mdm. Queenie! If we don't speak up now, what if she does something worse?”

That evening, Yuliana brought over scrambled eggs again, this time making a big portion. Before she could hand it to Queenie, Cecilia stepped in, wrinkling her nose. “Yuliana, don't you think the scrambled eggs look... kind of gross? How can anyone eat this?”

Yuliana instantly flared up. “What's wrong with them? Are you scared that if I keep cooking for Aunt Queenie, she'll love me more than you?”

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. “I'm just stating facts. Have you even tried it yourself?”

Yuliana, now even more irritated, snapped, “Just because I haven't tasted it yet doesn't mean it's not good.”

“You won't even eat it yourself, but you expect others to?” Cecilia smirked.

Without hesitation, Yuliana picked up a spoon and took a big bite. “See? I'll eat it! What, are you accusing me of poisoning Aunt Queenie or something?”