Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 412 - 411: Tell Me, What Did You Poison Me With?
Whitney Lynch was so enraged her face flushed: "Did you hear me speaking?"
Tiana Thorne finally looked up at her with a languid, cocky tone: "The braised pork trotters at lunch today didn’t taste that good. You’re getting more and more careless with cooking."
"You’re becoming increasingly disrespectful. Who do you think you are? Is the man outside your lover?"
Tiana’s beautiful fox-like eyes carried a hint of coldness, like the frost on a winter morning. Her lips curved into a smile as she slowly looked at her, "Whitney, do you know what my bottom line is?"
Under her gaze, Whitney felt a chill down her spine but was more concerned about her disrespect: "You actually call me by my name? I’m your mother!"
Tiana fiddled with the teacup in her hand, speaking in a low voice, "It doesn’t matter if you didn’t know before, just make sure you don’t make the mistake again in the future. Remember, you can come at me for anything, but don’t insult my friends."
Whitney sensed a chilling aura from her, making her heart skip a beat.
Unable to tolerate her disrespect on a matter of pride, she mocked, speaking more and more harshly: "Friends? I think it’s just your lover. What did you bring him home today for? To meet your dad? Let me tell you, without my nod as your mom, he won’t set foot in the Thorne family."
Tiana found these words unpleasant, lowered her gaze, and took a light sip of her premium Biluochun tea.
Oh.
Whitney wasn’t worthy of this tea.
She picked up the teacup and, without a moment’s hesitation, splashed it on Whitney.
"Oh my God! It’s outrageous, outrageous!" Whitney muttered as she wiped the tea off her body.
"Don’t think anyone wants to climb up to you, you’re the one trying to climb up to others."
"That wild boy?" Whitney pointed to the door, eyes full of contempt and anger.
Tiana poured herself another cup of tea.
Isaac is indeed a bodyguard, but she saw many sides of him that other bodyguards didn’t have. She believed Isaac had a background, not any lower than the Thorne family.
He lowered himself to protect her only because someone asked him to.
"You bring your lover into our house to run wild and speak out of turn. You think now that you’re grown-up, I can’t hit you?"
Tiana looked at her lightly. Her voice was calm and steady yet deeply compelling: "You forgot again."
Whitney immediately realized she was being reminded of her bottom line.
"As your mother, I’m supposed to discipline you; otherwise, won’t you ride over me and pull crap on my head in the future?"
Tiana raised an eyebrow: "Added guilt needs no excuse; even with no reason you just want to lecture me."
Being seen through, Whitney felt her cheeks flush.
Tiana asked again: "Tell me, what poison did you give me?"
This time, her tone turned much colder.
The topic shifted so fast Whitney didn’t react immediately.
Tiana’s cold squinted eyes, the chill in her voice, and the bloody storm surged in her gaze: "I guess you’ve heard quite a bit about my entertainment business matters. You’ve heard about my major bleeding in the hospital, right?"
Whitney had never seen her like this before, and her heart skipped a beat, quickly ranting: "Dare to speak, you’d better give me a thorough account of what happened—was it because of messing around with that lover outside that led to the massive bleeding?"
Tiana’s hand caressing the glass paused slightly, her fingertips lightly rubbed the glass surface, icy cold as she spoke coldly: "You seem to easily forget what I said."
After speaking, she stood up.
Whitney suddenly felt her aura as if she were a devil from hell, making her feel a chilling fear from the heart.
Tiana approached her, the brilliance in her fox-like eyes was like a beautiful lamp of colored glass, her red lips curved, devilishly wild—a clear display of earthly defiance as she lazily spoke in a bloodthirsty voice: "Since you easily forget, let me remind you once more."
She smashed the cup on the ground, quickly picking up a shard.
"What do you want to do? What do you want?" Whitney panicked, stepping back a few steps.
Tiana most enjoyed hearing the frightened cries of her prey; with a few steps, she went over: "Of course, to make sure you remember this constantly."
She grabbed her hand and slashed hard.
"Ah."
Blood dripped from the back of her hand, the pain excruciating.
However, the soundproofing was too good; those below couldn’t hear any significant noise, and since it was a mother and daughter chatting in the room, who would rush in?
At this moment, true fear finally rose in Whitney’s heart as if sinking into the sea, submerged by water, making her unable to breathe: "What more do you want to do?"
Having almost stuttered to finish the sentence?
"Does it hurt already?" Tiana teased, charmingly, especially those fox-like eyes brimmed with allure.
At that moment, Tiana gave off the impression of being possessed by an evil spirit; Whitney, usually so arrogant, was terrified into silence seeing her like this.
Tiana spoke slowly and methodically, "When I was massively bleeding, it hurt much more than this."
"That’s your problem, what does it have to do with me? I’m your mother, aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning for treating me like this?" Whitney, with reddened eyes, was angry to the extreme yet dared not make any counterattack.
"Mother..."
Tiana murmured, then laughed, raising an eyebrow, lips curled with intrigue: "Is there a mother who drugs her own daughter?"
Hearing this, Whitney seemed to recall something and was suddenly shocked.
"You really are my dear mother."
"I didn’t." Whitney denied immediately.
"No need to rush to deny it, the doctors told me I’ve been poisoned since I was small, and there are only a few of us in this villa, unless it was my sister?"
Upon hearing her suspect Georgia Thorne, Whitney panicked: "You ungrateful thing, she treats you so well, how could she possibly drug you?"
"So you’re admitting this was your doing?"
"I wouldn’t either, I’m your mother." Whitney spoke, clearly lacking confidence.
Tiana shrugged and smiled, lazily saying: "No need to admit it. You’ve always favored my sister since we were young. Since she treats me well, she should share in the same pain I endure—damage her uterus, make her infertile for life, wouldn’t that show she truly loves me as her sister?"
"You ungrateful wretch, if you dare touch Gigi, I’ll have your life!"
Tiana chuckled softly, her brows displaying ultimate elegance, her voice playful: "Then feel free to try it~"
Whitney was so angry she almost gritted her teeth and said: "Tiana Thorne, search your heart, your sister has been so good to you since you were young, how can you heartlessly harm her?"
She slightly parted her red lips, carelessly responded with a rhetorical question: "The term ’heartless’ is well used, since I’m that kind of person, how can I kindly spare her?"
"You..."
Tiana’s patience seemed to have worn out, quietly interrupted her: "If you want me to spare her, it’s possible."
Whitney looked at her suspiciously: "What are your terms?"
