Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 19 Fearing That I Won't Drink the Juice

Elsa's expression turned anxious as she hastily

explained, “You're my sister, so I naturally want your marriage to be a happy one. Now that such a prideful man like Jeremiah has softened “Jeremiah's dad got so furious over the canceled project that he beat him up. I was the one who helped him with applying medicine, and I ca When I heard those words, my eyes narrowed as a sharp glint flashed across them. Elsa really had a knack for manipulation.

Though she was seemingly dissuading me from divorcing Jeremiah, her words hinted at their

intimacy. She even knew what he had said in his sleep. Had the two rolled in bed together?

I lowered my gaze to hide my emotions. Instead of exposing her, I shook my head coldly. "Even if

he begs on his knees, I'm not getting back together with him. Why don't you convince him to finalize the divorce since you're so close to him

Elsa looked troubled. "But if you get divorced, what about the baby? The child can't grow up without a father, right?"

I stroked my flat stomach and sighed with feigned hesitation. "I'm not sure if I'll keep this baby either...”

As I spoke, I eyed

Elsa subtly and caught a flash of calculation in her expression as I would've expected. Her eyes darted slightly as she asked, “Are you going to tell Jeremiah about the baby?"

I thought about her words briefly and replied, "I'm considering it, but I'll wait until I've made up my mind."

With that, I got up. "I'm going to the kitchen to make some juice. Would you like some?"

Elsa's eyes lit up. She held me down on the couch and offered, "I'll do

it. You're pregnant, so you should get some rest."

She rushed excitedly into the kitchens as her fingers fiddled with something in her pocket.

Watching her busy herself in the kitchen, I curled my lips into a smile.

Truthfully, I didn't want any juice. I was just giving Elsa a chance to make her

move. Since she failed the first time, she likely wasn't going to let this opportunity slip.

When she sat down earlier, I had already caught a glimpse of a small packet of powder peeking out of her pocket. It was likely a drug to cau

Since she wanted to drug me, I decided that she should taste the consequences herself.

Elsa soon brought out two glasses of orange juice and placed one in front of me. "Try it, and how it tastes."

I smiled slightly and lied through my teeth, “Anything you make tastes good.”

Elsa smiled somewhat embarrassedly. Under her watchful gaze, I lifted the glass and pretended to take a slip, but the juice just touched my

I frowned. "Could you get me some ice? Juice tastes better chilled. "

In her eagerness to have me finish the glass, Elsa completely forgot that I should avoid cold drinks. She ran back to the kitchen to fetch ice. Once she left, I wiped the rim of my glass with a napkin and swapped it with hers.

Elsa dropped a few ice cubes into the glass in front of me. Then, she excitedly urged, “Drink up. The ice will melt soon, and it won't taste as She was so insistent as if fearing that I wouldn't drink it.