Chapter 672
“Anna!” Holden’s face instantly hardened as he snapped at her.
Anna’s mouth twitched. She bit her lower lip, resentment flashing in her eyes. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to remind her not to talk big. If she says things she can’t possibly back up, Grandpa is just going to have to clean up her mess p>
“Alright, alright. Grandpa, Grandma, I brought you breakfast. Why don’t you eat first?” Isabella considerately changed the subject, carrying the takeout bags to their bedside.
Just as she was about to set them down, she noticed the two insulated food containers resting on the table.
Her fingers paused, and her smile turned visibly strained. “So you’ve already prepared breakfast for them. It looks like you made it yourself p>
Hers, on the other hand, was casually bought from the sanatorium’s cafeteria.
“Thank you for the thought, Isabella,” Kiera said, catching her disappointment. She quickly reached out to take the bags, offering a kind smile. “Both you and Serena keep us in your thoughts. You’re both wonderful girls p>
Anna glanced at the insulated containers and deliberately covered her nose with an exaggerated grimace. “Ugh, what is that smell? Why does it smell rotten p>
It was painfully obvious she was putting on a show.
As she spoke, she marched over, reaching out to rip the lid off one of the containers.
Her plan was simple: pretend to slip and dump the scalding contents right over Serena’s head.
Let’s see if this country bumpkin ever dared to play manipulative games again! Making homemade breakfast to kiss up to her grandparents? Pathetic.
But before she could even make contact.
Serena lifted her gaze, her cool, indifferent eyes sweeping lazily over her cousin.
She didn’t say a single word, yet Anna’s footsteps inexplicably stuttered to a halt, her outstretched hand freezing in mid-air.
Her expression soured. Biting her lip, she tried to muster a fierce glare to meet Serena’s gaze and crush her momentum.
But the girl’s icy eyes just rested on her, devoid of any measurable emotion.
Under that silent scrutiny, Anna’s arrogance evaporated completely.
The nurse standing nearby intervened, explaining, “There are herbal supplements in those meals. Dr. Baldur and his team have already taken samples to the lab so they cannot be touched for now p>
“The lab?” Anna finally found an opening to attack. “My God, Serena! What kind of
poison did you make for them? It actually had to be sent out for testing p>
Isabella’s eyes flickered. She pulled Anna back, her voice laced with fake concern. “Don’t say that. It was still a nice gesture. She used to experiment with medicinal recipes back in Elynder. She probably just didn’t consider that their immune systems are compromised right now. It’s fine, luckily I brought food too p>
“A nice gesture?” Anna sneered. Her face maintained that innocent mask, but her tone was sharply condescending. “Serena, can you stop using those backward country remedies on our grandparents? This isn’t Elyndor. You’re not in the sticks. anymore. Respect the medical standards of the United Realmon States! Respect their health p>
She grabbed her phone. “I’m calling the rest of the family to see if they approve of
you treating Grandpa and Grandma like lab rats p>
Right at that moment.
A chaotic flurry of footsteps and a loud commotion erupted in the hallway.
The doctors who had left earlier swarmed back into the intensive care ward, practically shoving Baldur through the door p>