Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 113 Abigail’s Scheme

After texting with her mentors for a while, Annalise excitedly dragged Julian to redeem the prizes.

It was a BMW worth millions of dollars, and she had also won various other prizes. Cosmetics, gold jewelry,

hairdryers, mobile phones, laptops…

They did fill up half the car trunk.

Many people did not leave after drawing their prizes. They were waiting to see Annalise receive the prizes. They

were extremely envious when they saw her loading them into the car.

To celebrate, the Rendezvous Plaza staff also threw confetti all around.

Finally, Annalise and Julian drove away in the prize car.

Originally, Annalise had asked Julian to drive his car, but he disagreed. He called the chauffeur and asked him to

drive his car back. He’ll go with Annalise.

It was almost dark, so the two of them decided to dine outside.

When they returned to the Parks’ residence after dinner, it was already past eight in the evening.

At the Parks’ residence…

Abigail started stewing the soup at 5 p.m.

She did not even cook it herself. She instructed the kitchen to cook it.

She made a list of ingredients for the kitchen staff to put into the soup.

The ingredients were mainly fish collagen, chicken, and a few common medicinal ingredients, such as yam,

cinnamon, ginseng, and red dates.

They were ordinary medicinal ingredients that were full of nourishment. It had the effect of regulating one’s blood

and internal energy. Most people would add them when stewing soup, too.

In addition to these things, Abigail picked four pieces of ginger and said to the kitchen, “Cut these into thin slices

and boil it. The fish collagen might smell, so the ginger slices should lessen the fishiness.”

“Okay, Mrs Parks. The staff immediately obeyed. Knowing that the soup was made for Samuel, she praised Abigail.

“Master Samuel would be really happy to see how filial you are.”

There had been no need for Abigail to remind the staff. She would still add ginger to the soup, just not so much.

Abigail smiled. “Simmer the soup well. Make sure it tastes good.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Parks.” The kitchen staff agreed happily.

At eight o’clock, Abigail asked the staff to serve the soup.

The servant immediately scooped a bowl.

Abigail drank the soup and praised the staff for her hard work. Not only was it rich and fragrant, but it also tasted

exceptionally delicious.

The staff was overjoyed. She repeatedly expressed that as long as Abigail liked it, she would make it every day.

“I’ll have to trouble you in the future, then,” Abigail said politely.

Not only would Abigail have the servant make the soup, but she would also have her take the blame someday.

The servant was flattered. “No trouble at all, Mrs. Parks. I’m just performing my duty.”

Abigail smiled. “Alright, help me pack this soup. I’ll send it to Grandpa.”

As a young woman, she would be fine even if she drank this soup every day, let alone occasionally. She would only

need to take care of her health if something happened.

However, Samuel would not be able to drink this thick ginger soup every night. His warm and cold energies would

be completely out of sync

This was because patients with high blood pressure had issues with their vital organs. If they drank

something with too much ginger and red dates, it would prove fatal. Abigail carried the soup to Samuel’s villa.

When she reached the door, she saw Annalise and Julian.

She couldn’t be bothered to greet them and went in with the soup.

As soon as she entered, she greeted Samuel. “Grandpa, I made you some soup.”

“No need. It’s late. I’m going to sleep,” Samuel rejected her.

“Grandpa, do you hate me for some reason?” Abigail asked.

Samuel looked at Abigail. “Why would you think that?”

She thought, “Wouldn’t you know if you hate me? Don’t you know what you’ve done?”

“Grandpa, if I did anything wrong, please tell me. I will work hard and be a good granddaughter-in-law.” Abigail bit

her lower lip and looked saddened. She then said to the staff, “Please get two bowls.”

The staff immediately did as she was told.

Samuel frowned. He disliked Abigail even more. Did she not understand his words? He said that he wanted to sleep.

Who needed soup before bed?

Even young people should eat less supper, not to mention him, who was already eighty years old.

At his age, the best way to stay healthy was to skip lunch.

The staff brought the bowls over. Abigail immediately scooped a serving of soup into each bowl and said, “Grandpa,

I’ll drink it with you.”

As she spoke, she immediately took the initiative to drink half the bowl as if to prove there was nothing wrong with

the soup.

Samuel said, “I’m not used to eating before going to bed.”

“Can I bring you soup for dinner or lunch tomorrow, then?” Abigail looked at Samuel pleadingly.

“There’s no need to trouble yourself. We have staff who can do it.” Samuel said.

Unwilling to give up, Abigail said, “Grandpa, at least give it a taste. It does taste delicious.”

As she spoke, she took another sip.

“Does it taste good? Then I’ll have a bowl.” Annalise and Julian had just come home when she saw Abigail bring

over some soup for Samuel.

She had a feeling that Abigail was up to no good.

Either she was trying to please Samuel, or…

She thought of something, and her heart skipped a beat. She immediately scooped some soup and took a sip.

“You!” Abigail felt that Annalise was being extremely rude. She was close to flying into a rage. However, seeing that

Samuel was present, she suppressed her anger and smiled. “There’s more than enough. Anna, try

it.”

Annalise took a sip and knew what Abigail was up to.

The fish collagen soup tasted good.

It was high in nutrition, purine, and cholesterol. Most importantly, in addition to the intense smell of ginger, some

poppy fruits had been added to the soup.

Abigail wanted Samuel to develop an addiction to this soup.

Once he became addicted to this soup and drank a bowl every night, it wouldn’t be long before he would pass

away.

“Anna, how does it taste?” Abigail looked at Annalise with bright eyes.

This was an ordinary soup. She had only added two poppy fruits Many restaurants did this, too. Although it was a

controlled substance, using it in small amounts would increase the flavor. After Samuel died, if Julian wanted to

investigate the truth, Abigail would only explain how she wanted Samuel to love her cooking. She

just wanted Samuel to like her.

“It tastes really good.” Annalise praised calmly.

Abigail was overjoyed. She knew that Annalise would not have any problems drinking it.

She immediately advised Samuel, “Grandpa, drink some. I simmered it for four hours.”

Samuel felt more relaxed. It was not because Abigail had been stewing the soup for hours, and he felt pity for her,

but because he did not want Alexander to think too much about it.

Annalise said to Samuel, “Grandpa, Dr. Suller told you not to eat anything at night while on the medications. He also

told you to sleep before nine.*

After listening to Annalise’s words, Samuel understood everything. He said, “Alright. Since you’re back, I’ll go to

sleep now. Rest early.”

With that, Samuel returned to his room.

Abigail glared at Annalise.

Annalise tilted her head and looked at Abigail mischievously, “Don’t waste the soup. You stayed up for so long

making it. Drink it yourself. Good night.”

After saying that, she dragged Julian to their bedroom. Deliberately, she provoked Abigail by speaking aloud. “My

dear husband, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

As expected, the words ‘husband’ and ‘go to bed’ angered Abigail to no end.