It Was Not Me Yuliana ate the scrambled eggs quickly, finishing the entire plate in no time. “See? It tastes just fine. There’s no need for you to be jealous. You should spend your time taking care of Aunt Queenie instead,” she said, setting the empty plate down.

Watching her, Cecilia was at a loss. She hadn’t expected things to play out this way. Yuliana reached for a clean plate and was about to serve more eggs to Queenie, but before she could, Cecilia stopped her.

“Don’t scoop another portion.”

Yuliana frowned, clearly irritated. “What now? Just because you’re my aunt’s biological daughter, you think you can order me around?”

Ignoring her, Cecilia pointed at the porridge pot. “There’s a drug in this.”

Yuliana froze, momentarily speechless. “What do you mean? What drug?” she asked.

“A slow-acting poison,” Cecilia said calmly.