Since Michael felt that he was the one who caused it, he took the initiative to explain. "I made the drink earlier."
"...What?" Gabby straightened her back and then narrowed her eyes. "Michael, I don't have a grudge against you. But why do you have a grudge against me to the point that you want to poison me?"
"No, that's..." Michael raised his eyebrows. "I didn't mean to give you poison. I'm sorry, but it's not poison,"
"Do you dare to argue with me?" Gabby asked, folding her arms across her chest.
Michael lowered his head, feeling less dominant than Gabby and then biting his lower lip. "I'm sorry,"
"Ah, so," Adam looked at Michael and Gabby in turn. "Earlier, the young master accidentally mixed cream powder in the orange juice. I'm sorry you drank the juice before I could throw it away,"
