Penelope quickly hurried upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door to find chaos inside.

Mrs. Taylor sat on the sofa, supported by Zoe, her face pale and gasping for breath due to burns.

Cynthia lay on the floor, a large bump on her forehead, clutching her head and crying out in pain.

The servants rushed in, flustered, to help Cynthia up.

Penelope's voice was grave as he inquired, "What happened?"

Zoe, assisting Mrs. Taylor with urgent first aid for her burns, remained silent but shot Cynthia a hostile glare.

The elderly lady, inherently kind-hearted, subtly favored Cynthia in her explanation, "The medicine had just been brought over and hadn't cooled...