My Six Brothers Killed Me (Caroline) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258 Backfire

“It’s chicken soup,” Caroline said with ease. “Tastes better if it simmers longer. Let’s eat first

Finished

Helen shrugged and gave a small nod. “Alright.” She figured she’d let them fill up before they hit the end of

the road.

Teresa then reached for a slice of pork and placed it gently into Helen’s bowl. “You need to keep your strength up. Pork’s great for you–and it helps with your skin, too,”

“I’ll take one too,” Caroline said as she grabbed a piece for herself.

Helen hesitated for a second. But when she saw Caroline biting into hers without hesitation, she flashed a smile and accepted the gesture. “Thanks, Teresa.”

If anyone was going to look radiant, it should be her–not someone like Caroline, who probably smelled like oil even in her sleep.

She took a bite. And to her annoyance, it was incredible. As much as she loathed the woman. Caroline could cook like no one else.

If there wasn’t so much bad blood between them, she might’ve offered her a job–full–time chef, forever.

She went back for another.

But after just a few more bites, a strange wave came over her.

Her head felt heavy, and her stomach began to twist. A wave of nausea rolled up without warning.

Something wasn’t right with that pork.

But Caroline had eaten it too …

Teresa noticed the sudden shift in her expression and leaned in, concern slipping into her voice. “Helen, what’s wrong?”

Helen’s stomach twisted hard, and a sour wave crawled up her throat. She didn’t even glance at Teresa. Her eyes went straight to Caroline, voice jagged with suspicion. “What did you put in that pork?”

Caroline blinked with wide–eyed confusion, but her reaction was too perfect like a stage performance.

She gave a small shrug. “Just oil and salt. That’s it. Oh–wait, I did ladle in some chicken soup while it was cooking. Made the flavor pop. Pretty good, wasn’t it?”

Chicken soup.

The color drained from Helen’s face. Her body stiffened, freezing in place. “Ugh … god…” She doubled over, gagging uncontrollably, clutching at her stomach as if she could rip the poison out.

The harder she tried to vomit, the tighter her throat locked up.

Panicked, she shoved two fingers in her mouth to trigger her gag reflex, but Teresa grabbed her wrist before she could reach deep enough. “Helen, what’s wrong? Talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

Helen yanked her arm back and shoved the woman off with a trembling hand. “Don’t touch me, you witch! You want me dead, don’t you? Just admit it!”

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Her fury spilled out with no filter, no pretense left to hide behind.

Finished

Caroline’s fork clattered against her plate. “Hey! That’s enough! She’s your mother–in–law–what the hell. kind of way is that to talk to her?!”

Helen barely processed her words. Her chest burned and her breath came in erratic, shallow bursts. “Tch Save your breath. You should be more worried about yourself.”

She wasn’t about to tell Caroline that the poison had been in the soup. Let her keep eating. Let her deal with the consequences.

She wasn’t dying alone.

Helen had no doubt that Teresa hated her guts. If the witch suspected she’d been poisoned, she wouldn’t lift a damn finger to help.

Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone and dialed her mother. “Mom… I think I’m dying. You need to come here. Right now. Come to the Graysons‘. Please!”

Alaina’s voice shot through the line, laced with panic. “What are you talking about? What happened?!”

Helen’s voice cracked. “That witch and Caroline–they poisoned me. Please … you have to come now. If you don’t, you’ll never see me again. I don’t want to die, Mom–please..

Her words dissolved into sobs, and before she could say another word, everything went dark.

“Helen?! Helen, talk to me! Say something, baby!”

Alaina screamed into the phone, but got no response.

Her heart pounding, she called for an ambulance and rushed out of the house.

By the time the medics reached the Grayson Residence, the butler stepped out and coolly blocked the doorway. “No need for that. The family doctor’s inside. Everyone’s stable.”

Alaina nearly broke down in relief–until the EMT chewed her out for calling in a false alarm.

But the second she stepped inside and saw Helen slumped unconscious on the couch, while Teresa and Caroline casually finished their lunch like nothing had happened, her heart nearly exploded.

They said everything was fine–yet Helen was lying there, limp and pale.

She knew something was very, very wrong. There was no way Helen’s killers would try to save her.

Rage surged through her as she stormed across the room, locked eyes with Caroline, and raised her hand to strike.

Caroline didn’t flinch. She stepped aside just in time and caught Alaina’s arm before it could land. Her grip was firm. “Mrs. Somerton, I’d really think twice before lashing out. Try decency for once.”

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