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ever suggested with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Dad, it’s been a long time since the three of us had a family gathering. And since The stairs as if nothing had happened, joining his father and Seraphina for breakfast. He the damned person is finally dead, come home early tonight, and we’ll all have dinner together.”
My father and Seraphina exchanged a covert glance, then nodded. Before leaving, my father didn’t forget to praise Alexander, sa ng he was becoming more mature and composed. After seeing his father off, Alexander helped Seraphina back to her room, sho- wering her with tender concern, the picture of devoted sibling affection. But once he was alone, a wild, dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.
He gave all the servants the day off and moved the bodyguards to distant posts. Unable to cook, he personally followed recipes in the kitchen, preparing dish after dish. He was waiting for dinner to begin tonight.
My father returned, bringing a bottle of wine specifically for the occasion, and poured the first glass for Alexander. The three of them clinked glasses, and they watched as Alexander slowly drank it all, their smiles widening with each swallow.
When Alexander finished his glass, my father couldn’t help but let out a roaring laugh, his eyes alight with cruel triumph. “Alexand- er, Alexander, your mother is dead, and your grandparents are almost all gone. No one is protecting you anymore!” He cackled. “And since your dear sister is also dead, today, I’ll be merciful and send you down to reunite with them. When you get down there, rem- ember my kindness.”
Seraphina stood up and, right in front of Alexander, unwrapped the bandages from her arm. It was smooth and unblemished, with- out a trace of any surgery. “Brother,” she purred, “how does it feel, to personally kill your own sister?” She leaned in, her voice drippi- ng with venom. “Brother, I know you love me most, so just give me the Blackwood fortune. You can rest in peace now!” As she spo- ke, she reached for the wine bottle, intending to pour more for Alexander.
The next second, both she and my father found their limbs suddenly weak. Their eyes widened in terror as they stared at Alexand- er, then they collapsed to the floor.
Alexander coughed, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground, looking at the two fallen figures. He had put a fast–acting sedat ve in the air purifier. To prevent himself from succumbing to it, he had taken stimulants. He hadn’t expected them to also help him counteract the poison he’d swallowed.
