A Grieving Father Adopted Me to Heal His Daughters, But I Uncovered Their Darkest Secret
Previously: When Charles adopted young orphan Olivia to help his paralyzed daughters walk again, he didn't expect her to uncover the dark household secret keeping them bound to their wheelchairs.
The Secret in the Tea
Weeks passed, and Olivia became a permanent fixture in the grand manor. While Charles worked tirelessly to fund new medical trials, Olivia spent every waking moment with Ella and Nora. She brought laughter back into the quiet halls, and slowly, the girls' defensive walls began to crumble. But as Olivia grew closer to them, she noticed something highly unusual. During the day, the girls showed signs of physical reflex and strength, yet every morning, they woke up lethargic and unable to even wiggle their toes.
The mystery deepened when Olivia observed Aunt Beatrice, Charles’s sister who had managed the household since his wife’s passing. Beatrice was overly protective, insisting on preparing a special "herbal tea" for the girls every night. Suspicious, Olivia hid behind the heavy velvet drapes of the kitchen pantry one evening. Through a crack, she watched in horror as Beatrice pulled a small amber vial from her apron and squeezed several dark drops into the girls’ steaming mugs.
The next day, while Beatrice was out, Olivia searched her quarters. Beneath a loose floorboard in the closet, she discovered a hidden medical report alongside a copy of the late mother’s will. The document was clear: a multi-million dollar trust fund was allocated to Beatrice as long as the girls required full-time, specialized medical care. If they recovered, the administration of the estate would transfer entirely to Charles, leaving Beatrice penniless.
Olivia’s blood ran cold. Beatrice was intentionally keeping her own nieces paralyzed to secure her fortune. Clutching the evidence to her chest, Olivia turned to run, only to find the doorway blocked. Beatrice stood there, her eyes narrowed into slits of pure malice as she held a heavy brass candle holder.
"You should have minded your own business, orphan,"Beatrice hissed, locking the door behind her with a sickening click.
”Beatrice hissed, locking the door behind her with a sickening click.