Chapter 97:

Dorothy snatched the package from Bianca immediately. It wasn’t low-fat butter- the label had been swapped to make it seem so, but she could swear with her life that she hadn’t done it.

“I can’t believe you, Dorothy. Why would you want to hurt a child?” Bianca asked, her voice and expression full of disbelief.

“I didn’t do this,” Dorothy said, trying to defend herself, still confused about how all of this had even happened.

“If you didn’t, then who did? Was it Stefan? Does he hate his son so much that he’d want to kill him? Or was it Beatrice? Or do you think it was me?...