Chapter 78 The Harmful Scent of Medicine
After wrapping things up, she grabbed the wooden box and casually walked out the door.
Her handwriting was awful, and she didn't really care if anyone could read it.
Adeline was all about keeping up appearances.
The Livingston family gave her a gift, acting like they knew who she really was.
Adeline figured she should steer clear of this guy in the future, but that diamond pen was pretty sweet.
Charles had no clue his plan had totally backfired.
Right after Adeline left, he showed up. He'd been glued to the surveillance footage all afternoon, looking pretty worn out.
"Mr. Livingston," the bodyguard in black said, walking up. "Ms. Adeline Vanderbilt only took the Whispering Fern."
Charles raised an eyebrow and thought, 'So Adeline Vanderbilt was her name.'
Charles walked into the study, took off his bracelet, glanced at the stuff left on the table, and asked calmly, "Did she drink the tea?"
The bodyguard in black looked surprised. "We haven't had a chance to change it yet. I'll get rid of it right away!"
Everyone knew Charles hated it when someone messed with his tea set.
Charles picked up the gold-embossed paper. "No need. The tea was just brewed; it'd be a waste to toss it."
The bodyguard in black was stunned.
Did he hear that right?
"Ms. Vanderbilt also sampled the plate of desserts. Should I get the pastry chef to make more?"
"No need." Charles grabbed the financial report nearby, looking indifferent. "The other side wasn't touched."
The bodyguard in black was scratching his head, trying to figure out if Charles was mad or not.
Charles seemed to read his mind, his gaze turning a bit cold. "Caleb, remember. She's my guest."
Caleb Livingston's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, Mr. Livingston!"
Charles looked away, his voice lazy. "Get rid of that incense."
Patrick walked in just in time to hear that.
"Mr. Livingston, you can't throw it away," Patrick said, stopping Caleb. "Ms. Livingston got this for you; it's a rare medicinal incense."
Charles glanced at him and flicked a piece of paper over. "Read it yourself."
"It's not suitable for prolonged exposure?" Patrick squinted at the terrible handwriting. "This handwriting is awful."
Charles took a sip of tea. After a moment, he paused, looking at the cup. "She wrote it."
Patrick knew who she was, and his voice shot up. "The miracle doctor said it? Then we gotta believe it! I'll toss it right now!"
Caleb's face was blank. The miracle doctor he'd waited all day for was a woman?
After getting rid of the incense, Patrick was still confused. "Mr. Livingston, it's not like the miracle doctor to give such a specific warning."
"Yeah." Charles twirled the tea cup in his fingers, then suddenly poured out the water. Unless the incense was not only useless but also harmful.
But Tessa had asked for it, and Tessa wouldn't harm him.
Charles looked out the window.
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