Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 42

**Paths Lead To Purpose — Kevin Masters**
**Chapter 42**

As soon as Oliver departed, a palpable silence fell over the Rowle residence. One by one, the family members drifted back to their respective rooms, each wrapped in their own thoughts.

Ophelia, however, had a singular focus. The moment she crossed the threshold into her space, she reached for the detox pill tucked away in her drawer. Without a moment’s hesitation, she swallowed it, feeling the small tablet slide down her throat.

Although the poison laced in the milkshake had not been lethal, its mere presence sent a shiver down her spine. She needed to uncover the identity of the person who dared to sow discord within the Rowle family. The thought of someone capable of manipulating toxins lurking in her home was too perilous to ignore.

*What if they target me? I could manage that,* she mused, a steely resolve forming within her. *But if they shift their focus to someone else, the fallout could be catastrophic.*

With a determined breath, Ophelia picked up her phone, her fingers dancing over the screen as she dialed Ella’s number.

“Wow, Boss, missing me already?” Ella’s playful voice crackled through the receiver, light and teasing.

“I need you to look into something for me,” Ophelia replied, her voice steady but laced with urgency, cutting through the jovial atmosphere.

Ella’s demeanor shifted immediately, her playful tone replaced by one of concern. “What happened?”

Ophelia quickly recounted the unsettling incident at the Rowle family gathering, her heart racing as she spoke. “I want you to investigate every single servant in this house. I need every detail—backgrounds, experiences, especially anyone with knowledge of medicine or chemistry.”

“Understood. I’ll dive right in and get you everything I find as soon as possible,” Ella assured her, the gravity of the situation evident in her tone.

“This Rowle family sounds dangerous. Someone actually tried to poison you? Thank goodness you’re okay, Boss. Please, just be careful,” Ella warned, genuine concern threading through her words.

“I will,” Ophelia replied, her voice calm and steady. “This isn’t my first rodeo. My primary concern is for my parents and my brothers.”

“Fair point,” Ella said, her tone softening as she processed Ophelia’s words. “It seems like you’re really bonding with your real family.”

Ophelia felt a flicker of warmth at Ella’s observation. *I never thought I would care so much for them,* she reflected, surprised at the depth of her own feelings. *This is nothing like the Ophelia I used to be in the Vossen family.*

For someone who had always navigated life as a solitary figure, the rapid acceptance of a new family was nothing short of extraordinary.

A subtle smile graced Ophelia’s lips, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her usual stoic demeanor. “They’ve shown me a kindness I never expected.”

Back at the Rowle residence, she had finally grasped the essence of what it meant to feel the warmth of a true home, and she was determined to protect that newfound sense of belonging.

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