Celine raised an eyebrow. "So, what you're telling me is that you have no evidence—just pure speculation. Carly, the law demands proof. Otherwise, I could easily sue you for defamation."
For a moment, Carly was speechless. "You..."
"Also," Celine continued, her eyes narrowing as she fixed her gaze on Carly. "I haven't even created the antidote yet. So, how is it that you woke up on your own?"
Carly's eyes flickered, betraying a fleeting moment of guilt.
"If I had poisoned you, I would've made sure you didn't survive. But you woke up on your own. Mr. Hampton, your daughter's poisoning is suspicious. You should look into it thoroughly," Celine said, directing her attention to Nigel.
Nigel observed Carly for a long moment, his gaze icy and calculating.
"Carly, you should rest," he said, tucking her back under the covers before ushering everyone out of the room.
Once they were in the corridor, Nigel turned to Celine. "So, what's your take on Carly's poisoning?" he asked.
"Mr. Hampton, I believe she poisoned herself," Celine replied.
Nigel's lips pressed into a thin line.
Celine persisted, "I suspect she staged the poisoning in an attempt to frame me. But things spiraled beyond her control, and in the end, she had no choice but to wake up on her own."
Nigel remained silent.
Celine's sharp, clear gaze rested on him. "Honestly, Mr. Hampton, Carly doesn't resemble you in the slightest. She's far too foolish—she hasn't inherited an ounce of your intelligence. And what about Mrs. Hampton? Was she merely a beautiful fool? Does Carly take after her in any way?"
A cold, piercing glint flashed across Nigel's chiseled features at the mention of the past. "No, Carly's mother was no fool. On the contrary, she was exceptionally intelligent."
Was that so?
Celine couldn't help but wonder—if both her parents were so brilliant, how had Carly inherited none of their intelligence?
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