Melody Thorne's palms were drenched with sweat; she couldn't even imagine what would happen if she had been the one to drink that potion, whether she would have had a miscarriage immediately.
Jared Quinn's handsome face was shrouded in gloom at that moment, his eyes crimson, "Harold Chapman!"
"Brother Jared."
"Jared Quinn, wait, maybe someone deliberately wants us to fall out with the Seymour Family," Melody Thorne interjected, "Find out who did it, Harold, and let them see today if this is a place where they can act recklessly."
"Alright."
"Melody," the old Seymour hurried in upon hearing the commotion inside, afraid something might happen to her, relaxing as soon as he saw she was fine.
"Are you alright?" The old man still appeared tense.
