Chapter 827
So, she was hoping Balfour would stick up for her and give Ellinor a piece of his mind.
But Balfour just gave her a stern look and said coldly, “If a quest doesn’t want to drink, they don’t have to. You’re not going to force her, are you?”
“I didn’t mean…” Patricia was even more embarrassed. Her brother, Balfour, wasn’t backing her up
That damn Ellinor! What she did just now was definitely on purpose!
Xenia was also pissed off by Ellinor’s repeated tricks, but what she was more worried about now was her daughter’s health.
“Patri, did you forget to take your vitamins today?” Xenia reminded her.
Snapping back to reality, Patricia realized what her mom meant night away, “Right! I forgot, no wander I’ve been feeling a bit off! Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, and Balfour, you guys keep eating: I’ll go take some vitamins and then come back down to join you!”
With that, she turned around and left in a hurry.
Ellinor kept eating the chicken wing that Alyssa gave her with a slight smile on her face as she watched Patricia’s retreating figure.
If she wasn’t mistaken, Patricia was probably throwing up in the bathroom.
There must have been something she didn’t know about in that glass of pomegranate juice.
They wouldn’t be so stupid as to openly poison her and risk their own futures
So, there was probably something harmful to the baby in that glass of pomegranate juice. Patricia had been wanting to hurt her unborn child for a while now
Ellinor put down the chicken wing and wiped her hands, then she got up and said. “Excuse me, everyone, I’m going to use the restroom”
Patricia was hunched over the toilet in the bathroom, trying to get all the harmful pomegranate juice out of her system.
After throwing up for a good five minutes, her face was flushed, and she finally stood up, washing her hands in the sink
Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, she heard Ellinor’s voice.
“Finished throwing up?”
Patricia stopped dead in her tracks. Turning around, she saw Ellinor leaning casually against the wall near the bathroom, smirking at her.
Her eyes filled with resentment, and she gritted her teeth, “Ellinor, you did that on purpose!”
Ellinor gave a light laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Ch? What did I do on purpose?”
Patricia was livid. She dropped the innocent act, ‘You made me drink that juice on purpose, but you didn’t drink it yourself!”
Ellinor laughed, ‘Ms. Howard I have no idea what you’re talking about
You and your mother, Xenia, were trying your damnedest to make me drink that pomegranate juice. I didn’t want to, so I just humored you a bit.
And besides, that’s juice your mother squeezed herself What’s wrong with me wanting you to drink a little more?
Or are you saying you think your mom put something bad in the juice?”
“You!” Patricia was at a loss for words; her guilt was written all over her face.
