It had not been long since the wedding when Lilith saw Lucia again in her luxurious penthouse villa. She looked surprised. "How did you end up like this?"
She had the servants bring over a brand-new set of clothes. "Wash up first, then change into these."
Lucia stared at her for a while before changing into the new clothes. When she returned, she explained the situation. "I was attacked. Someone tried to capture me, but they failed."
"Lilith, your husband—or someone close to you—may also be involved with them."
Lilith looked a little lost. "How can you be sure?"
Lucia hesitated for two seconds. "I was poisoned."
"Do you need me to call a doctor?"
"I know some very capable doctors from Light of Life." She opened her wristband to call for medical services for Lucia, but Lucia grabbed her wrist.
"There's no need. It isn't some especially potent poison. It's... a powerful laxative."
"From the time I left the Slums until now, the only thing I consumed was the glass of juice your husband gave me."
At that point, Lilith understood what she meant. "Are you saying my husband was involved?"
Her face was full of shock. "That's impossible, Lucia!"
"I'm not trying to make excuses for him. He's just a scientist. He wouldn't have access to these things. Could there be... some other reason?"
She had wanted to ask whether Lucia simply could not adapt to the juice from the Upper Class. That juice was extremely high quality and completely different from the food in the Slums.
When she had first arrived in the upper city, she had often suffered from diarrhea too. The food here was simply too good, with more fat and better nutrition. Their stomachs needed time to adapt, which caused the diarrhea.
But she