Sophie Sullivan secretly gave him a look, signaling ’Don’t eat!’

The Chief Chef was also a clever person, very good at inferring from one example to another. Not only did he make a dish of incompatible foods, but he also used foods that would be poisonous without proper cooking.

This hyacinth bean wasn’t cooked thoroughly, eating it could cause poisoning.

Although Thomas Shannon didn’t understand why, since she gave him a signal, presumably there was a problem, he put down the chopsticks and took a light sip of the red wine.

Sophie was satisfied, thinking, "The child can be taught!"

The undercurrents were surging on the dining table, and Edward Benson was completely unaware, but Linda, who was always lowering her head and eating the food in the bowl, noticed the unusual atmosphere.

She glanced at Sophie and Thomas Shannon from the corner of her eye, noticing Thomas Shannon had already started drinking wine, she quickly lowered her eyelids.

As the dinner progressed halfway through, Sophie softly and sweetly asked, "Thomas Shannon, can you peel the shrimp for me?"

As soon as the words fell, Thomas Shannon’s facial color became pained, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Fresh blood flowed down from the corner of his lips, along his chin and collarbone, finally disappearing into the black shirt.

The black shirt was soaked, making it appear even darker.

"Thomas Shannon!" Sophie screamed, the chopsticks in her hand instantly falling on the dining table.

Charlie River exclaimed in shock, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Edward Benson was stunned; one second ago, he was amidst light-hearted conversation, with a gentle smile on his face, but his face instantly turned cold. He turned his head to look at Linda, who was sitting beside him, his voice oppressive and deep, "Was it you?"

At this time, Thomas Shannon spat out another mouthful of blood and leaned against Sophie, his body slumping against her. Sophie trembled all over, helplessly supporting him, her voice filled with sobs, "Thomas Shannon, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me... Charlie River, call the doctor, hurry up!"

Her voice was sharp to the point of breaking, filled with endless panic and urgency.

Charlie River nodded immediately, "Yes, I’ll call the doctor right away!"

Thomas Shannon’s gaze was fixed on Linda, who put down her chopsticks and slowly raised her head. She looked at Thomas Shannon with disdain and confessed, "Yes, I poisoned it."

When she returned, she inadvertently heard a servant upright the tray, placing a wine decanter filled with red wine.

Hearing the servant’s voice, it seemed they were saying it was the red wine for tonight’s meal.

Linda followed the servant back to the guest room and took the opportunity to pour her own carried medicine into the wine decanter.

Thomas Shannon was at the golf course with Charlie River and the man in black, and Sophie was not there either, which just gave her the perfect opportunity to make her move.

Everything progressed exceptionally smoothly. She put away the medicine, silently slipped back into the guest room.

It wasn’t until the servant came to call her for dinner that she came out of the guest room.

Now, seeing Thomas Shannon coughing up fresh blood, she could finally be sure she had succeeded.

This medicine was personally handed to her by Lillian Spencer, colorless, tasteless, extremely poisonous!

Hearing her admit to poisoning, Sophie’s eyes turned crimson, she supported Thomas Shannon with one hand and pointed at Linda with the other, "Capture her for me!"

The man in black quickly took action, but Edward Benson stepped in to protect Linda, his face pained, "Let me say a few words to her."

Out of respect for him, the man in black paused.

Edward Benson’s gaze was heavy with sorrow, staring unblinkingly at the indifferent Linda, "Linda, hand over the antidote."

"I don’t have an antidote."

"Impossible!" Edward Benson growled, "Did you never think, what if I also drank the wine, what would you do then?"

Linda had obviously not considered this; Edward Benson came by car, so he wouldn’t have been drinking.