Iris Sutton leaned lazily against one of the marble pillars, watching as the family doctor examined the Suttons’ newly found “real daughter.”
A month ago, Iris had learned the truth.
She wasn’t biologically related to the Sutton family.
And ever since Olivia Sutton had returned home, everything had changed.
Maybe the Suttons resented the fact that they had spent twenty years raising someone else’s child while their biological daughter suffered outside. At first, Iris genuinely tried to make things right. She gave Olivia space, tolerated her provocations, and ignored the subtle schemes aimed at turning the family against her.
But Olivia clearly had no intention of coexisting peacefully.
And tonight, at her own birthday banquet, she had prepared another performance.
Olivia sat weakly on the couch, wrapped in a blanket as though she were on the verge of collapse. Her face was pale, her lips trembling faintly.
Vanessa Sutton sat beside her, gripping her hand so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
“Doctor?” Vanessa asked anxiously. “How is she?”
Dr. Lewis slowly removed his stethoscope.
His expression darkened.
The atmosphere in the room instantly tightened.
“I’m afraid…” he said with a heavy sigh. “Miss Olivia appears to have been poisoned.”
The words exploded through the room.
Vanessa’s face went white.
“What?!”
Olivia let out a weak whimper and curled deeper beneath the blanket.
“I… I knew something was wrong…”
The guests who had followed upstairs from the banquet erupted into alarmed whispers.
“Poisoned?”
“Oh my God—”
“At her own birthday party?”
Vanessa’s chest tightened painfully.
Her biological daughter had only come home a month ago.
Only a month.
And before she could make up for twenty years of hardship, someone had already hurt her.
“How serious is it?” Vanessa demanded.
Dr. Lewis frowned gravely.
“She’s experiencing dizziness, weakness, and tremors. Fortunately, the dosage doesn’t appear to be fatal.”
Vanessa finally exhaled in relief.
Then her expression hardened.
“Who did this?”
The room fell silent.
Under the blanket, Olivia’s fingers trembled.
Her watery eyes slowly lifted.
“I…” She bit her lip weakly. “I don’t want to accuse anyone…”
Vanessa’s heart nearly shattered.
“Sweetheart, don’t be afraid. Mom is here.”
Olivia hesitated.
Then—
Her gaze shifted toward the doorway.
Everyone followed it.
And froze.
Iris stood there calmly, one hand tucked into her pocket.
While the entire room panicked, she looked completely detached.
Olivia’s breathing hitched.
“It…” she whispered.
Vanessa stood immediately.
“Olivia?”
Tears slid down Olivia’s cheeks.
“Sister brought me juice earlier…”
The room exploded.
Vanessa’s face changed instantly.
“What did you say?”
Olivia looked terrified.
“I-I was thirsty…” she murmured softly. “Sister personally brought me a glass of juice…”
A maid suddenly spoke up.
“That’s true!” she blurted. “I saw Miss Iris bring it!”
The whispers grew louder.


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