Love Drug Chapter 388: Poison and Shadows

Xavier was seething. “You have to admit—Summer went too far!”

“How could she say Fraser doesn’t care about Pudding? He’s had that dog for years. He’s probably hurting the most, but he still held it together to comfort her.”

“You women are unbelievable—so ungrateful and self-centered. I’m going in there and setting her straight.”

Yvette blocked him. “Summer’s heartbroken right now. She didn’t mean it. And besides, this is between them. You’re just an outsider—stay out of it.”

When Xavier tried to push past her again, Yvette grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

“I’m telling you, if you try anything stupid, I’ll be the first to deal with you!”

...

Sienna had never planned to go after a dog.

It insulted her intelligence.

Her target had always been Summer.

But Summer had bodyguards.

And she no longer had another “Merry” to exploit.

If she couldn’t hurt Summer physically—then she’d break her mentally.

So Sienna devised a new plan.

She would make sure Summer’s dog died in front of her, during her proposal.

The trauma would scar Summer for life.

Dogs recognize their owners by scent.

Sienna had rummaged through her things until she found an off-white knitted cardigan that Summer had left behind years ago.

Perfect.

She would use the cardigan to lure the dog out—and she coated it beforehand with a fast-acting poison deadly to canines.

She hadn’t expected the damn mutt to be so vicious—just like its owner.

Though it ran out as planned, the moment it saw her holding Summer’s cardigan, it lunged, nearly taking a chunk out of her arm.

Clenching her teeth, Sienna had tossed the poisoned sweater to the ground while wearing black gloves.

Sure enough, the dog took the bait.

It didn’t chase her.

It simply grabbed the cardigan and ran off.

Straight back to Summer.

On the day of Fraser’s grand proposal.

Sienna had blended in with the crowd.

She watched as Fraser dropped to one knee before Summer.

And then—right on cue—when that filthy mutt collapsed.

She caught the terror and devastation on Summer’s face.

And in that moment, a thrill surged through her.

Her eyes sparkled with triumph.

Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.

In the VIP hospital room, Yvette held Summer's hand.

"I know Pudding is gone, and you're heartbroken, but you need to think about your baby, you know. You almost had a miscarriage, we were all terrified."

Summer lowered her eyes, "If it weren't for me, Pudding wouldn't have been poisoned to death. Just thinking about that makes me feel so, so bad."

"Summer, listen to me," Yvette gritted her teeth, "this is Sienna's fault, not yours!"

Yvette was furious, "That woman would do anything to achieve her goals. If I see her, I'll beat her to death."

Summer sighed, "Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't pulled my funding from Sienna's design firm, maybe none of this would have happened, and Pudding wouldn't have died."

"No! That kind of woman is too jealous, she would have found some other reason to target you!"

Yvette reassured her, "Anyway, Summer, don't punish yourself over someone who isn't worth it. You need to look forward."

At that moment, the door to the room opened.

Fraser, tall and distinguished, walked in, carrying two expensive metal insulated boxes.

Seeing him enter, Yvette stood up from her chair.

"Summer, I'll leave you two alone then."

With that, Yvette quickly left.

Fraser approached and set the two metal insulated boxes on the small table.

One was a large four-layer compartment box, and the other was a single large compartment.

Fraser opened both boxes.

The single compartment held a pot of steaming, fragrant fish porridge.

The four-layer box was filled with various light and delicious dishes.

Fraser picked up a white porcelain bowl and ladled some fish porridge into it.

His slender fingers stirred the porridge with a spoon, cooling it before feeding it to Summer.

Fraser's expression was normal again, no sign of the earlier sadness, "You haven't eaten anything tonight, have some porridge to settle your stomach."

Summer, feeling a bit calmer, shook her head, "I don't want to eat."

Fraser's eyes were gentle as he coaxed her, "The doctor said you're a bit anemic, you need to eat something."

Summer turned her head away, "I really don't want to."

Seeing her like this, Fraser's long eyelashes drooped slightly, a flash of pain in his eyes.

"Summer, I know I didn't protect Pudding well enough. Take your anger out on me, but don't treat your body this way."

With that, Fraser brought the spoon of fish porridge to her lips again; Summer took a deep breath, looking at the approaching spoonful, she felt nauseous for reasons both emotional and physical.