Hope nodded, "Alright, let’s all have lunch."
Lunch was as lavishly laid out as ever, and Hope scanned the fish soup in front of her, eyes brimming with chilliness.
Zoey gazed at the table full of delicacies, her eyes shining, "Wow, Aunt Williams, your family’s meal is so rich and fragrant, it looks so delicious."
Hope squeezed out a shallow smile, "Then you should eat more, don’t be shy."
"Mmm, I won’t be shy."
Aunt Thompson stepped forward to serve Hope a bowl of fish soup, "Madam, this fish soup has been simmering for a long time, it’s very delicious, please try it."
Hope reached out to take the bowl that was offered, pretending to lift a spoonful to blow on it.
Aunt Thompson could not help but stare at Hope, her hands tightly clasped in nervousness.
Hope frowned slightly, lowering her eyes to look at Aunt Thompson, and asked calmly, "Aunt Thompson, has your family encountered any troubles lately?"
Aunt Thompson’s face stiffened, "No, nothing’s wrong, Madam, why do you ask?"
Hope toyed with the spoon in the bowl, stirring sporadically, "I’ll say it again, Aunt Thompson, if you encounter any problems, you can come to me or to Waylon for help, we will solve them for you."
Hope then alternated her gaze between the soup in front of her and Aunt Thompson.
Aunt Thompson clenched her teeth and managed a slight smile, "Thanks for your kindness, Madam. There’s nothing wrong. Please drink your soup before it gets cold and loses its flavor."
Hope’s gaze turned colder as she looked at Aunt Thompson. She had given her a chance, but still, she was disappointed.
"Aunt Thompson, do you really want me to drink this soup?"
Aunt Thompson’s expressions became more unnatural, "The soup was specially made for Madam, with many top-grade nourishing ingredients added, it’s good for Madam and for the baby in your belly, of course, I hope you drink it."
Hope’s eyebrows twitched, she put down the spoon, and stared directly at Aunt Thompson, "Nourishing? Good for the baby? I’m afraid if I drink this, the baby would be gone, wouldn’t it?"
Aunt Thompson’s face immediately showed terror, "Madam... What are you saying? How could it be... that..."
Aria Richardson and Zoey were both startled, and even Luke and Willow couldn’t help but put down their chopsticks.
"Madam, you must be joking, how could this be possible."
Hope stood up, with Xiaoshi’s four men already appearing to her left and right.
Hope looked towards Aria and the others, giving them a reassuring look, "You all keep eating, I have some matters to handle."
Hope walked to the living room, Xiaoshi pressing closely behind Aunt Thompson with a chilling expression, "Aunt Thompson, please come."
Aunt Thompson, with a face full of panic, could not dare to resist following Hope to the living room due to the overpowering presence of Xiaoshi and the others.
Hope picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, asking directly, "Is it Maverick Williams, or is it Luna?"
Aunt Thompson’s face turned red with urgency, continuously shaking her head, "I don’t know what Madam is talking about."
"You don’t know what I’m talking about?"
Hope waved her hand, and Nolan stepped forward with a cell phone, "This is the hospital surveillance video of you leaving home yesterday morning. You went to Luna’s hospital room, and at noon, you put several pills into the fish soup that Madam was going to eat. The soup is still here, we can go for an immediate forensic verification."
Aunt Thompson’s face was full of panic, and her eyes involuntarily darted around in their sockets.
Hope eyed her intently, "Are you not going to tell the truth?"
"I... Madam... I was forced, I didn’t want to harm you... I..."
Aunt Thompson was incoherent and nearly choked on her saliva. Mid-sentence, she couldn’t help but start crying.
Hope’s face remained cold, "They threatened you with your daughter, didn’t they?"
Aunt Thompson’s expression became even more frantic, "You... You know?"
"Did Luna tell you to do this?"
Aunt Thompson, head bowed, crying incessantly, suddenly knelt down before Hope, pleading, "Madam, I’m sorry. I know I’ve wronged you, but I was really coerced by them. I don’t want anything to happen to my daughter. Please save my daughter, can you save my daughter?"
Hope looked at Aunt Thompson’s tear-reddened eyes, with no sympathy in her eyes, only anger and even more so, coldness.
"I’ve given you a chance. As long as you told me, I wouldn’t have blamed you and even thought of ways to save your daughter, but you didn’t. Now what right do you have to ask me for help?"
"I know, I know, it’s all my fault, Madam. I deserve to die, but you are also a mother, you should be able to understand a mother’s feelings. I don’t want my daughter to encounter any danger, I can’t take the risk, I’m afraid... I know you’re kindhearted, I’ll accept any punishment, but please, I beg you, save my daughter."
Hope lowered her gaze; her expression, ultimately, was a little more bitter and helpless.
After a moment, she nodded, lifting her eyes to look at her, "I can send someone to save your daughter."
"Madam..." Aunt Thompson’s eyes flickered with hope.
"I haven’t finished speaking. I’m not helping you for nothing; you have to accompany me on a trip to the hospital."
Aunt Thompson, puzzled, "Madam, what are you going to do?"
"I am someone who always seeks retribution. If Luna wants to harm me, how can I let her off."
Hope frowned, her eyes filled with iciness.