Early the next morning, Poppy went to the Grant family's living room.
She sat on the sofa and sobbed.
Stanley's mother, Veronica Hart, sat on the main seat. She was over 50 years old, but she maintained her health well. Her skin was tight, her face was ruddy, and her figure was slender, like a girl in her twenties.
She wore a black printed tight-fitting dress, dignified and beautiful.
Veronica felt annoyed when she looked at Poppy's crying face, but she still said patiently, "Don't you know that Stanley hates dirty tricks the most? Aren't you digging your own grave by drugging him?"
"Aunt Veronica, I'm possessed. It's all because of him..." Poppy lost her confidence as she spoke.
She would not need to resort to such measures if Stanley had gone to bed with her earlier.
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