Secretary Frank hid nothing from Amelia.
He reported every entry and item brought into the room in full detail.
“Yesterday, the Cromwell family’s sponsored student, Miss Abby, wanted to bring soup to the chairman.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Soup?”
“Yes. She has been delivering it regularly, starting at the company.”
Amelia’s voice remained calm. “It wasn’t the soup. Grandpa probably didn’t drink it.”
“Indeed, he didn’t.” Secretary Frank continued, “I didn’t allow her in. After that, only the chef and Mr. Cromwell entered.”
Amelia’s gaze darkened. “Mr. Cromwell?”
“Your father.” Secretary Frank’s tone held undisguised reluctance. “The chairman and Mr. Cromwell argued.”
Amelia fell into thought before finally saying, “Secretary Frank, please prepare some traditional medicine. Stay w
