Chapter 557
She stood up from the bench and stumbled her way to the lift.
Yoseph chased up to her, grabbed her arms, and asked, “Where are you going, Miss Meredith? You still haven’t told
us the name of the poison!” Meredith turned around, looked at her, and replied, “I need to go ask.” Yoseph said, “I’ll
drive you there.” Yoseph drove as fast as he could. Meredith was calling Quinley while tears were rolling off her
cheeks.
She had always wanted Josiah to die and this was the first time she was worried about Josiah, that she hoped for
him to be safe.
But Quinley was not picking up her phone, as if she felt guilty about poisoning the soup that she gave Meredith.
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“Where are we going, Miss Meredith?” Yoseph asked.
Meredith pondered and guessed that Quinley might not be at home nor would she be in the mood to play.
In the end, she had Yoseph drive her to the psychological counseling center that she had visited before.
Pulling over, Yoseph stared at the building and asked, “Here?”
Meredith nodded and said, “Wait for me here. I’ll be quick.”
Before Yoseph could even say anything, Meredith had already gotten out of the car.
As she had guessed, Quinley felt bothered by what she did and came to get a therapy session. At the sight of
Meredith, a look of surprise flashed across her face. But she quickly regained her composure and asked, “Meredith,
what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?”
“Quinley Allison, tell me the name of the poison you added to the soup,” Meredith asked bluntly.
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Quinley pretended as if she was clueless.
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As Meredith had guessed, Quinley would not admit it easily and she would not tell her the name of the poison, just
like how she was unwilling to let Yoseph know,
They were desperate to get rid of the person they hated the most, so why would they want to give them a chance
to live?
“Drop the act, Quinley,” Meredith added, “you don’t have to lie to me anymore.”
“Then you…” Quinley scanned her all over, puzzled, she asked, “you drank the soup? But you look fine to me.”
“Of course not,” Meredith scoffed coldly, “I noticed right away that you poisoned the soup.
Why would I even drink it?”
Before Quinley could say anything, she then added, “But I gave Josiah the soup.” Quinley’s eyes shot wide open.
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Stunned, she asked, “What did you say? You give the soup to Josiah? Why?”
“Because I wanted him dead.”
“But I regretted it after that. I thought that it’s not worth it to give up my life for someone like him,” Meredith then
added, “don’t you think so too?” Quinley slowly understood what Meredith was implying.
Even though she was shocked and frightened, seeing how Meredith was still prideful even when she was clearly
asking something from her, Quinley suddenly did not want to tell Meredith anything. Especially when she was
reminded of how she was humiliated when Josiah kicked her out of his car.
If she was not able to have Josiah, she would not allow Meredith to have him as well. Even if it meant that Josiah
had to die. Quinley suddenly curled up her lips and smirked, “Meredith Leighton, it was you who poisoned the soup,
why are you framing it onto me?”
Meredith had also expected that Quinley would respond this way. Because no one could prove that the soup was
poisoned by Quinley, hence it was easy for Quinley to frame it onto Meredith.