The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 495

495.Chapter 495

Once seated, Adeline looked across the room and noticed something striking. After her question to Eliza, every member of the Stonor family turned their gaze to Eliza at the head of the table.

Everyone’s gaze, except for Benedict’s, was like that of wolves guarding a trap, fixated on the seemingly oblitions pay above, waiting to see if she would step right into it,

‘Is there something hidden in my words just now? How could I not have noticed? Adeline wondered.

Adeline froze, her heart skipping a beat. She shot a nervous glance at her husband, hoping for some reassurance

Dale patted her hand gently, saying nothing, but his gaze, like everyone else’s, shifted to the seat of honor

“Your Grace, your coffee has gone cold.” The guard behind Eliza suddenly broke the tension, reaching out to take the coffee cup that had been sitting untouched for a while.

Upon hearing that, Eliza’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t turn to look. Instead, she handed over the cup. Then replace it with a fresh one.”

The guard curled his lips faintly and responded in a deep voice, “Got it, Your Grace. Just give me a sec

After personally pouring her a fresh cup of hot coffee, he placed the cup back beside her

Eliza picked up the coffee, sipping quietly, her demeanor calm and unhurried. When the silence stretched, she finally seemed to notice. Tilting her head, she asked with feigned confusion, “Why’s everyone so quiet? Did you all settle things

without me?”

She made no mention of Adeline’s earlier words, avoiding her trap entirely, nor did she cater to Gabriel and the others‘ expectations.

Eliza, however, deftly sidestepped Adeline’s words, her simple declaration effectively quelling Gabriel’s hopes of manipulating her.

After all, the foolish one here was Adeline, not Eliza.

Realizing her blunder, Adeline felt a wave of regret washing over her. She stole a guilty glance at Eliza and, from that moment on, refrained from trying to involve her in the argument.

The tension in the room escalated when Dale placed a nearly empty bottle of poison on the table for all to see.

“You wanted evidence? Here it is,” Dale said coldly. Fixing his gaze on Anthony, Dale continued, “You should recognize this poison, shouldn’t you? After all, it’s the very same poison you used to harm my son. You claim you didn’t intend to kill him, only to control him. Well then, prove it to us.”

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Drink it. If you can last a whole day without the antidote, I’ll believe you. Not only that, but I’ll let this matter go entirely. So, what do you say? Do you dare?”