Chapter Eighty-Five: Hate
Even though I knew that I had seen it with my own eyes, I was going to ask.
"How did you drug your cousin?"
"Hmm...... Stir into the meal!"
"Do you add anything else to your meals besides the medicine?"
"Hmm...... Salivation!"
When my cousin said this, instead of a trace of shame, she pursed her mouth proudly, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.
I was a little helpless to hold my forehead, but I also knew that my cousin did not deceive me.
What she said was exactly the same as what I had spied that day.
It's just that......
"Why spit?"
"Hmm, I hate it!"
Is it because I hate my wife?
I didn't ask any more about why I hated my wife—
This is already a very obvious thing, the wife, or the wife's family, is not good for the cousin.
They bullied her cousin as a homeless child, constantly hurting her with words, rubbing salt on her cousin's most painful wounds, scolding her for being a motherless child, and scolding her for being a white-eyed wolf who couldn't be raised.
I quickly changed the subject and changed the question.
"Did you just drug your food? Didn't you put it in other places, like your cousin's snacks or water?"
I still have to ask this clearly - I'm afraid that my wife will hand me a random snack, what if it is medicated?
I don't want to be tricked before I know it!
"Hmm!"
The cousin nodded heavily.
"Just in the meal?" I repeated, "snacks and water or anything like that?"
"Hmm...... My cousin didn't give me a small snack and her water ...... She doesn't drink water very often. "My cousin didn't dislike talking too much, and explained it to me.
I can understand why my cousin just drugged his wife's food.
Because my cousin only had access to his wife's food.
This way, I can rest easy and don't have to worry about ingesting that drug.
I don't want to be inexplicably affected by drugs and have a mental abnormality!
"And how do you know what your cousin will eat?"
"I know all about what my cousin likes to eat!"
Ah, I, as a husband, can't figure out my wife's taste, but I didn't expect my cousin to figure it out.
I still remember that day, my cousin only added medicine to that fried cabbage.
My wife is too, and she just eats the medicated cabbage.
The other dishes were barely touched.
Should I say it's my cousin?
I actually felt my wife's taste clearly.
"However, cousin, she eats very little......"
"Sometimes she doesn't eat...... Hmm! angry!"
This is, does it mean that my cousin is rarely able to drug his wife successfully these days?
I also remembered my wife's poor appetite, and I tasted almost a little bit of it at each meal.
In this way, it is really difficult to get his wife to take that kind of medicine through food.
It occurred to me that the doctors had not informed me that my wife's fetus might have had an accident due to the medication, but that they had not done anything to protect the baby.
It's just that the efficacy of this drug is terrible, and the intake is touching, so there is nothing out of the ordinary.
It's just that...... I think this drug will still have an effect on the fetus more or less, right?
My cousin suddenly looked up and asked, "Hmm...... Do you want to drug your cousin?"
My cousin is afraid that I will blame her, and we all know that she is drugged, so I think it doesn't work?
After a moment's thought, I said to my cousin, "See what you think." If you don't want to be drugged, then you don't need to take another step. If you want to, go ahead and get drugged. ”
"Hmm......" The cousin didn't think much about it, just paused for a moment, and then said, "Get drugged!"
I nodded slightly, indicating that I saw my cousin's determination.
I thought my cousin would ask me why she didn't stop her when she knew she drugged my wife.
But my cousin didn't ask any more.
Was it because she knew something, or did she just trust me?
I asked, curiously, "Why would you want to drug your cousin?" and do you know what kind of medicine it is?"
"Hmm, I hate it!"
"Hmm, abortion pills!"
My cousin's answers were brief, and I could only try to discern and make up her thoughts from her look and tone.
In fact, observing expressions doesn't do much good, because in addition to the fierce appearance of showing the little tiger teeth, my cousin is mostly stunned and expressionless.
It's the tone, and the emotions revealed are more than normal girls.
Could it be that my cousin drugged his wife just because he hated my wife?
The reason is simple, yet so convincing.
Nasty, what a simple word.
But it can make people imagine how crazy things can be done because of hate.
And my cousin also knew that what she gave to his wife was an abortion drug.
I couldn't help but sit up and ask my cousin seriously.
Next, I'm going to ask about the things I care about and are most curious about.
I hope my cousin will give me a good answer.
"Cousin, where did you get this abortion pill?"
"Well, someone else gave it to me!" the cousin's words were still as short.
She didn't seem to sense my seriousness, or maybe she didn't organize the words at all and didn't know how to describe them.
I could only follow up and ask, "Who gave it to you? Is it my cousin?"
The only person I can imagine is my cousin-
After all, she is the attending director of a hospital, and her wife's family, only she understands these things, and there is a way to get these drugs.
Although why she did this, and where did she get these discontinued drugs, why did she give her cousin such a drug with so many side effects...... These are big doubts.
"Well, not my cousin. Although her cousin is not surnamed Bai, she still follows Bai Jie and calls her cousin.
Not a cousin?
"Who's that?"
I didn't give my cousin time to pause, and asked anxiously and curiously.
I really can't think of anyone else in my wife's family who would give my cousin this kind of medicine.
However, my cousin's answer also surprised me, and I was so surprised that I couldn't help myself.
My cousin was still dumbfounded: "Well, people I don't know ......"
Someone you don't know? What is this?
You just take the medicine you don't know and put it in your cousin's meal?
Aren't you afraid that others will give you some kind of poison?
And, how do you get in touch with people you don't know?
"How did you find the person who gave you the medicine?" I asked curiously.