Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 718 - 719

"Nope, on the contrary, letting it all out is better than using meds. At least it doesn’t damage the body, and there’s no wasted time recovering later," Rosemary stated frankly.

"Well, that’s easy then. Just lock her in her room, let her rage all she wants. Lock the windows and doors, and we’re good," Eunice said. "You guys, tie her to the bed, and we’ll check on her tomorrow."

The servants were taken aback. Could it really be that simple?

With no better solution at hand and the uncertainty of finding the right medication, this method seemed worth a try.

It was just a pity that the room might end up in chaos.

Darren and Belinda surveyed the bedroom to ensure there were no hazardous objects or valuables.

"Rosemary, you wretch, what kind of advice are you giving now? I’ll tear your mouth apart!" Serena, fueled by some unknown strength, suddenly broke free and lunged at Eunice.

In her delirium, she mistook Eunice for Rosemary. She wanted to scratch Eunice’s face with her long nails.

But Eunice blocked her, grabbing a silk necktie from the wardrobe and swiftly tying Serena to the bed.

The servants couldn’t help but admire Eunice’s decisive action. It had to be Eunice who took charge.

"Let’s go," Eunice said after securing Serena. She dusted off her hands, ready to leave.

"Rosemary, you’ll get what’s coming to you, you wretch. I curse you." Serena’s rant was cut short as Eunice stuffed another tie into her mouth.

"Mmmph."

Serena’s curses were now in vain.

Leaving Serena’s room, Belinda sighed, "Thank goodness Rose said it wasn’t life-threatening. We’ll check on her again tomorrow."

On their way back, she couldn’t help but say, "I wonder if Serena’s ranting is because of the drugs, or if she genuinely had that much hostility towards Rose."

"We watched Serena grow up; she’s not a bad seed. Didn’t Rose say the worst the drug could do was cause hallucinations? Serena isn’t in control of her actions."

"Let’s hope so." Belinda felt a weight in her heart, unsure of its origin.

"Eunice, do you know something?"

On their way back, Bard couldn’t help but ask Eunice, "What was with that lemonade, really?"

Eunice confessed, "Rose thought there was something off with the lemonade tonight, so she gave it to Serena. Serena hesitated and wouldn’t drink it, so I wanted to find out if the drink was drugged and if Serena had drugged it to harm Rose. Turns out Rose was right; the drink was drugged, and the effects were strong."

"You mean, Serena drugged Rose?" Bard was in disbelief.

Serena had always been a considerate and kind child in their eyes.

It wasn’t that he was viewing her through a family bias; it was through eighteen years of interactions that he had come to know her genuine simplicity and kindness.

Now, Eunice was suggesting that Serena might have poisoned the lemonade to harm Rose. Was this a momentary lapse, or had there been long-standing resentment?

"Rose doesn’t force issues. Her insistence on Serena drinking that lemonade speaks volumes."

Eunice knew Rosemary wasn’t that kind of person.

However, Eunice suspected that Rosemary lacked concrete evidence that Serena had drugged her drink, which was why she hadn’t disclosed it in front of everyone.

Now that Serena drank the lemonade, even if the cup weren’t cleaned and sterilized by the restaurant staff, the little residue left could hardly be tested for anything conclusive. Even Rose, with her exceptional medical skills, could only detect the scent of regular lemonade.

Rose had mentioned, whoever made it must be pretty skilled.

"I’ll have someone check the recent purchases of such drugs in the market, see who’s buying them. If we follow the trail, we should find something," Eunice instructed as she pulled out her smartphone and gave orders to her subordinates.

Bard also took out his phone to issue instructions.

"I’m gonna have someone question the restaurant staff. See if there’s a mole or if anyone’s been sneaking around the kitchen."

Back in her room, Rosemary took out her own phone and instructed,

"I need you to check the black market for a drug. It causes continuous flatulence after initial ingestion, discomfort in the stomach, inability to expel waste, followed by continuous diarrhea and hallucinations, with effects lasting approximately twelve hours."

"What kind of sicko comes up with this stuff? It’s like they’re out to get someone. That’s just twisted."

Justin’s voice crackled through the phone, barely masking his concern.

"Boss, tell me no one’s trying to pull this number on you!"

"Why so many questions?"

"Someone’s actually got the guts to mess with you? Just give me a name, and I’ll go chop his head off!"

"We’ll talk about it once I’ve got a name," Rosemary replied coolly. "Gotta go, I need to get some sleep."

Meanwhile, the servants occasionally heard strange noises coming from Serena’s room. They didn’t dare peek, just kept their distance.

Until the next morning, a little past nine.

Serena opened her eyes and suddenly noticed the ceiling was colorful and even damaged.

She couldn’t believe it. Sitting up, she saw that all the ceiling lights were busted, the room was trashed, and she felt like she’d been hit by a truck.

What on earth had happened?

Had there been a burglar in her room?

Had she lost her virginity?

The thought made her glance down, noticing her clothes were in disarray.

And then she saw it—a massive bruise on her stomach.

What in the world had happened?

Her mind was a mess, but slowly she recalled something about a Snow Queen kicking her in the belly.

A Snow Queen?

Why was her mind throwing her these bizarre flashbacks?

Frantically, she tried to get out of bed, but her body was weak. She collapsed to the floor and struggled to get back up. Finally standing, she staggered to the door and pounded weakly on it.

The servants nearby were terrified, huddling together, fearing Serena might unleash more chaos.

When Serena called out normally for someone to open the door, they hesitantly sent Iria, the bravest among them.

"Iria," Serena said as the door swung open, about to ask what had happened. But Iria looked as if she’d seen a ghost and bolted back.

Serena was baffled.

What was going on with them?

One scaredy-cat was one thing, but seven or eight huddled together, looking at her like she was a monster.

"Thurn," Serena said directly, "come here!"

Thurn approached, tears welling up in her eyes, clutching her swollen cheek.

"Ms. Serena..."

"What happened to you?"

Serena tried to move Thurn’s hand to see her face, but Thurn started screaming,

"Please, Serena, have mercy! I’ve already lost a tooth!"

"What are you talking about?" Serena was confused by Thurn’s wailing and quickly grew impatient.

"Never mind, just go. Get someone else here."

Eventually, under the servants’ collective urging, a timid maid named Liz stepped forward.

She didn’t want to, but being the newest one, she had to follow the others’ lead.

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