Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 The Spiked Soup

Kill me now. The entire Sterling family knows we slept in the same room last night! This is so f*cking humiliating. How is that bastard Sebastian just sitting there calmly eating breakfast like nothing happened?!

“Morning, Grandma. You’re all up early.” Amelia walked over awkwardly and offered a stiff greeting.

Sitting across from her, Vanessa made a snide, passive–aggressive remark. “Not that early. It’s literally noon. But then again, with all that noise you two were making last night, we barely got any sleep. You…”

“Shut your mouth! Even food can’t keep you quiet!”

Eleanor barked, and Vanessa’s face instantly soured. She angrily picked up her bowl of truffle consommé and started eating.

Was it really that loud last night? I literally don’t remember a thing!

It’s all that old man Sebastian’s fault for not knowing when to stop!

“Amelia, dear, you must be starving after working so hard all night. Sit down and eat lunch. You need to keep your strength up so you can give the Sterlings some heirs.”

The moment Amelia sat down, Eleanor placed a chicken drumstick into her bowl.

The blatant hint made Amelia want to dig a hole and bury herself. Grandma, please, can we not talk about this in front of everyone?! I’m still a young girl, for God’s sake!

Just then, Evelyn walked over carrying a bowl of truffle consommé, offering a sickly–sweet smile. “Amelia, this is top–tier consommé I brought back from abroad. Why don’t you try some?”

Why would this little two–faced b*tch suddenly offer me soup out of the goodness of her heart?

People who are overly nice for no reason are always hiding a knife!

Amelia picked up the bowl and gave it a sniff. Sure enough, she caught a weird, unnatural scent mixed in. If her guess was right, the soup was probably laced with something that would make her permanently infertile.

She might not want kids right now, but she wasn’t about to let anyone destroy her future fertility! There was no way she was drinking this.

“Evelyn, come here for a second.” Amelia smiled and waved her over.

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Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Did this b*tch figure out the soup is spiked?! No way. She’s not a f*cking drug–sniffing dog!

“What’s wrong, Amelia?”

The second she spoke, Amelia splashed the scalding hot consommé right onto Evelyn’s chest and snapped, “Trying to drug me in front of the whole family? Are you that terrified of me marrying Sebastian?”

The scalding liquid burned Evelyn’s chest, leaving a massive, angry red welt. She let out a piercing scream. “Ah! I was just being nice and brought you some soup! Why would you frame me?!

“Eleanor, does Amelia really hate me this much?! Why does she have to humiliate me?!” Evelyn dropped to her knees right in front of Eleanor, bawling her eyes out.

Eleanor was torn. Evelyn was the granddaughter she had practically raised, and having been abroad for so many years, Eleanor really missed her.

Now that Amelia was causing a scene, Eleanor didn’t know whose side to take.

“Amelia, is there some kind of misunderstanding? Even if Evelyn had bad intentions, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to drug your soup directly, would she?”

Amelia glared icily at Evelyn. “A bold move is often the most unexpected. She almost got away with it!”

Eleanor also felt things were getting serious. She looked sternly at Evelyn. “Tell me the truth! Did you drug the soup?!”

Evelyn shook her head frantically like a bobblehead. “I didn’t! I swear I don’t know anything about this!”

“Don’t know?” Amelia pointed at the spilled soup on the floor. “Alfred, take a sample of this to the lab for testing. If it comes back clean, I’ll drop to my knees and apologize to Evelyn right now!”

The mood flipped instantly. Amelia stared Evelyn down with a sinister glare and added softly, “But if they do find something, a simple apology won’t save you.”

Before Evelyn could even stammer out a defense, Sebastian, who had been sitting quietly, ordered coldly. “Alfred. Get it tested.”

“Right away, sir.”

Alfred quickly scooped up a sample of the spilled soup and rushed it to the hospital.

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Fincher

While they waited, Sebastian completely ignored Evelyn kneeling on the floor. He reached out, pulling Amelia back into her chair. “Eat something first.”

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