The soup was made for Freya according to Bradley's instructions, but Lydia had the servant drug it.
Lydia had promised the servant a sum of money as well as the chance to leave the Austins' employment to live a great life. She would never have to serve anyone again.
Thus, no matter what, she would do as instructed.
Even if things went awry, Bradley was the one to request the soup while she would have disappeared with her money. No one would be able to find her.
Just as the servant was thinking of her plans, the villa door suddenly swung open. A slender figure flashed out from within. The servant had just taken a few steps when she felt a sharp pain coming from her neck before she lost consciousness.
Freya looked down at the servant with a smile glinting in her eyes.
This was nothing.
