The Cookies Were Poisoned!

"Aunt? You mean the aunt who had a huge fight with my father and then ran away from home for years?" Upon hearing the butler Freddie's words, Loren pictured a woman dripping in jewels.

That woman was his aunt—Maeve Morgan. From the memories he had inherited, Loren learned that the original owner's father had an older brother and an older sister. He himself had been the youngest of the three.

However, for some unknown reason, Loren's eldest uncle had tragically died in a car accident, leaving only his aunt and father behind. Then, several years later, the siblings had a bitter quarrel over the inheritance.

His older sister, Maeve, had always believed that Loren's father had hired someone to harm their elder brother in order to seize the Morgan Family's assets. She had always disliked him and targeted him at every turn, until they had nearly drawn swords against each other.

But according to the memories he had inherited, Loren knew that was not the truth. From beginning to end, his father had never wanted to become the head of the Morgan Family. On the contrary, he had even wanted to leave the Morgan Family and live his own life.

Unfortunately, after his eldest brother died, their father had forced him to inherit the position of family head. No matter how fiercely he resisted, it had been useless. He had also explained himself to his sister, Maeve Morgan, but she had refused to believe him.

Instead, she believed that her younger brother had been manipulating their father into handing the position of family head to him.

Three years ago, after failing to resist, Loren's father had no choice but to inherit the position of head of the Morgan Family. From that day onward, his aunt had directly cut herself off from the Morgan Family and severed all contact with them. They had gone their separate ways.

Three years had already passed, yet that aunt who had been gone for so long had suddenly appeared. It was far too unusual. She had not even shown up for the original owner's parents' funeral.

And when something was abnormal, there had to be a reason. His aunt probably had not come with good intentions.

Still, since she had already come, there was no reason for him, her nephew, not to see her.

With that thought, he immediately had Miss 2B help him get dressed. However, he had grown so much taller that none of his old clothes fit anymore, so he could only have someone bring several black suits over from outside.

Once the black suit was on him, Loren's muscular physique was immediately concealed. He perfectly embodied the saying that clothes made him look slim, while undressing revealed muscle. Combined with his handsome features, he looked imposing and noble, like a prince from a European palace.

Looking at the extraordinary Loren, Miss 2B's face flushed red, her eyes full of admiration and infatuation. If circumstances had allowed it, she probably would have been unable to resist pouncing on him again.

"Let's go. Let's meet my aunt." Loren strolled toward the manor's main hall, while 2B followed respectfully behind him, looking just like an obedient and well-behaved wife.

In the reception area of the hall, a middle-aged woman wearing heavy makeup sat there with dignified elegance. On the table to her right was a gift box, though no one knew what was inside.

Before Loren even approached, his enhanced sense of smell caught a faint fragrance. It was clearly some sort of food.

And that elegant, luxurious middle-aged woman was none other than his aunt, Maeve Morgan.

When Maeve saw Loren approaching, a smile immediately appeared on her face. She gracefully rose to her feet and took the initiative to walk toward him.

"Oh, my dear nephew, I can't believe you've grown so tall after all these years. You look like a real man now."

As Maeve spoke, she raised her hand and tried to touch Loren's cheek.

But before she could touch him, Loren calmly took a step back and skillfully avoided her.

"Ms. Maeve, we don't seem to be that close."

From the memories he had inherited, Loren knew that this so-called aunt had never liked him.

When he was young, she had even deliberately humiliated him, solely because she disliked his father.

Now that he knew that, how could he possibly be close to an aunt like her?

In his view, Maeve's current intimacy was nothing more than an act.

But why was she acting?

That made him even more wary of this aunt.

Upon hearing Loren's words, an awkward expression appeared on Maeve's face.

"My dear nephew, I know you resent me for not attending your parents' funeral, but that was because I didn't know about it at the time. I only learned the news recently, so I rushed here at once," Maeve said, looking at Loren with complete sincerity.

There was a trace of pain in her expression, and her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Anyone who saw her like this would truly think she was grieving for her younger brother.

But Loren knew perfectly well that it was all just an act.

This aunt's hatred for his father had reached an unimaginable level. How could she possibly mourn his death?

"Ms. Maeve, there's no need to put on an act in front of me. I know about the grievances between you and my father. Tell me, what exactly is the purpose of your sudden visit?" Loren said bluntly, showing her no courtesy at all.

At that, a flash of malice passed through Maeve's eyes, but it vanished in an instant as she quickly concealed it.

"Nephew, you've truly misunderstood me. I admit that your father and I had some conflicts back then, but we were still blood siblings. Even if bones are broken, the flesh remains connected! Compared with life and death, what could those little conflicts possibly mean? Don't you agree?"

"Is that so? Then I was being petty? If you truly think that way, then perhaps I can still call you Aunt." Loren nodded silently as he listened to Maeve, a faintly mocking smile on his face.

"Exactly! The conflict between your father and me has long since faded away. Besides, matters between our generation shouldn't involve you younger ones. I'm truly relieved that you can forgive your aunt.

By the way, I made these European tea pastries myself. I brought them especially for you to try. I hope you like them." As Maeve spoke, she handed the box on the table to Loren.

She then gently opened it, revealing rows of exquisitely made tea pastries. Yet as the box opened, a faint fragrance entered Loren's nose, causing him to frown slightly.

"Your tea pastries certainly smell wonderfully fragrant." Loren lightly picked up a cookie and spoke with a trace of amusement.

"Hehe, I mixed in a little tea from Dragon Country, so they carry a slight tea fragrance. Try one. They're delicious."

"Mm, it's rare for Aunt to personally make tea pastries for me. Naturally, I have to accept the gesture."

Loren nodded, then directly put the cookie into his mouth and began chewing.

As she watched him eat the cookie, concealed delight appeared on Maeve's face.

But at that moment, Loren's expression suddenly changed dramatically.

He immediately collapsed to the floor in pain, then raised a hand and pointed at Maeve. "Y-you... these cookies are poisoned?!!!"