That afternoon, the atmosphere at the Drake family mansion was a bit tense. In Nathan's study, a female nurse stood with her hands fidgeting, staring at Nathan, who sat with a clenched jaw and an unusual look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nathan... I've thought this through carefully before deciding to speak. But I think you should know," the nurse said cautiously.

Nathan glared at her. "What is this about?"

The nurse swallowed. “It’s about Miss Chintya. A few days ago, she approached me. Miss Chintya brought a liquid—a high-dose sleeping medication. She asked me to add that liquid to Mrs. Elena’s IV.”

Nathan stood up abruptly. The chair...