However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.
“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”
“Ahh?”
Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced with lingering shock.
“Oh, it’s you, Berta. I… I’m going upstairs to see if Little Ian’s awake.”
“You’re going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isn’t awake yet, so don’t disturb him. Also, what did you bring here? Why does it look like that?”
Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didn’t just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha’s business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table.
Sasha explained, “Those are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made them for Little Ian.”
“Ms. Wand, I’ve told you before that Ian can’t eat outside food. He’s sick, remember?”
Resentment was written on the housemaid’s face.
Sasha started to feel uneasy. Glancing at the food she brought, she reigned in her temper and insisted, “I personally made them. There won’t be a problem.”
“Who knows? He did come down with diarrhea because of the brownies you made.”
Sasha’s brows drew together at that.
Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made him?
As the possibility surfaced in her mind, she remained motionless on the spot.
Of course, she didn’t think that her food itself was the problem since she was confident in her own skills. However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect that Ian was allergic to certain ingredients.
It was a possibility that couldn’t be ruled out completely.
Sasha’s face turned pale, thinking that she had caused Ian’s sickness.
“What are both of you doing?”
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