Haynes paused for a moment, "With so many types of cakes out there, why did you specifically choose a nut cake?"
Stella met Haynes' gaze directly. "So what? Are you insinuating that I deliberately wanted to harm Keen?"
"You wouldn't order that kind of cake," Haynes said, his eyes searching hers deeply. "If I'm not mistaken, Marvin was the one who ordered it, wasn't he?"
Stella hesitated for a moment before understanding Haynes' implication.
Instead of getting angry, she chuckled, "Marvin saved your child just yesterday, and today you're accusing him of deliberately triggering Keen's allergy… Haynes, do you even hear yourself?"
Haynes furrowed his brow, "Appearances can be deceiving. He often bullies Keen behind the scenes. Keen's suffered because of him more than once."
There was a glint of mocking disdain in Stella's eyes.
"Are you trying to say that Rachel's innocent, and it's a five-year-old who's more deviously clever than a twenty-year-old adult?"
Stella continued with a sneer, "Haynes, would you say something so ridiculous in front of strangers?"
Haynes fell silent.
Stella smirked with disdain.
Ridiculous statements like that, they only dared to say them to her.
Stella pulled her hand away from Haynes in disgust, "As for why I confronted Rachel earlier, perhaps you should ask your ‘perfect angel' why she thought it was a good idea to make seafood chowder for Keen, knowing he's been unwell and just had his stomach pumped yesterday."
Seafood chowder?
Haynes glanced at the spilled chowder on the floor.
The chowder looked plain, like any ordinary white chowder.
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