EN By Snow De Eira Chapter 551Chapter 551
She cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the topic, “Oh Meredith, I’ve made chicken soup for
you. Finish it while it’s hot.”
She brought the thermal flask over, opened the cover and passed it to Meredith. “Here, you can drink it
from here.”
“Thank you but I’m not hungry yet, You can just leave it aside.” Meredith had no appetite at all.
“It’s only soup, you can just drink it like it’s water,” Quinley handed the flask to Meredith again and said,
“Give my cooking a try, hmm? It’s been a long time since you tried my cooking
Indeed, it has been quite some time.
That year when Quinley wanted to get on her good side, she had made different kinds of food and
desserts for Meredith and had them delivered to her house.
Four years had passed. Quinley’s cooking was still the same but her heart had changed.
She even dared to poison the chicken soup.
Meredith was after all a medical student and her mother was a perfume specialist. Of course Meredith
was able to notice that the soup somehow smelled different.
But she did not say anything and simply remained with a sweet smile on her face. “Yeah, it’s been so
long. But Quinley’s chicken soup still tastes the same, rich and milky.”
“You haven’t even tried it, how do you do if it’s rich and milky?” Quinley stared straight at the chicken
soup in her hands as she felt her heartbeat sped upMeredith wanted to die, did she not? Quinley decided to give her a hand.
Meredith would not wake up the next day after she finished the soup.
Right then, one of the nurses knocked on the door and walked in. “Miss Meredith, did you call for me?”
“I didn’t,” Meredith put down the chicken soup on the table, glanced at the bell behind her, and said to
the nurse, “sorry, I might have accidentally pressed it.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I’ll get going now.”
“Okay.”
novelbinThe nurse stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at Quinley who was sitting on the bed next
to Meredith. “But, Miss Meredith, Sir had given orders that you’re not allowed to accept any visitors
during your stay here.” “That was before, not anymore,” Meredith added calmly, “plus, Quinley is my
best friend and a lady, not a man.”
“But…” The nurse sounded conflicted.
Quinley, on the other hand, stood up and said, “I think it’s better for me to leave now. Meredith,
remember to finish the soup, aight? I’ll come see you some other day.”
“Okay,” Meredith nodded and said, “you should go back first.” Before she left, Quinley added,
“Remember to drink the soup and let me know how it tastes, okay? If it’s good, I’ll make you more.”
“Sure.”
After Quinley left, Meredith took the chicken soup from the table, smelled it, and pulled into a smirk.
She then got off the bed and walked over to the trash bin. Even if she wanted to die, she could not asthe Brooks family still needed her. She was worried that Josiah would take out his anger on the Brooks
family if she died.
Right when she got off the bed, she heard a familiar voice yelling by the door, “I want to see Meredith
Leighton! Let go of me!”
It was Zya.
Meredith was stunned. She put down the flask and walked toward the door.
In the hallway was Zya whose eyes were bloodshot and was trying to struggle away from two nurses,