"Uncle Matt, what are you thinking? How could I possibly still trust him? I was just curious why he would suddenly ask someone to tell me he hopes I quickly recuperate and bear more children for the Yale Family. Isn't that strange?"
Evelyn Sherman's eyes flickered as she gently bit her cherry lips.
If Sheldon Yale wanted her little darlings dead because he didn't want a child with Yakov Family blood to inherit everything from the Yale Family, then he shouldn't be sending her tonics now, but rather...
Evelyn's pupils darkened as she looked at the tonic on the ground.
"Uncle Matt, quietly take these tonics to get tested and see if they have been tampered with."
"Yes, Lady, I will do it right away." The butler picked up the tonics from the ground and turned to walk toward the backyard.
There they had a full set of medical equipment; testing a few jars of tonic was not a difficult task.
The results came back quickly.
In the living room of the Yakov Family.
