Chapter 110 Is Michael Hanging by a Thread?
A day passed.
Rose called Nanny over and quietly handed her the packet of cartilage relaxant.
"Nanny, remember, the day after tomorrow before Cressida goes out, trick her into drinking this."
"This... Ms. Hamilton, you're really putting me in a difficult position. I don't have that kind of nerve." Nanny didn't dare take the medicine packet.
Since it was Patrick who ordered this, why did she have to be the one to do it? Once Cressida found out, wouldn't she end up beaten to death like Tatum?
Rose grabbed Nanny's sleeve, her delicate face showing ruthlessness. "Nanny, you're an old servant who's served Mother. You've watched Mother get bullied by Cressida all this time. Don't you want to help Mother get some revenge?"
Nanny looked troubled. "Ms. Hamilton has never gotten along with our courtyard. If I suddenly bring her a drink, how could she not suspect something's wrong?"
Rose patted her hand. "Father and Mother's relationship has improved recently. The day after tomorrow, Mother will dine with Father and invite her too. Mother will personally serve her soup, and then you'll bring it to her..."
Suddenly, a glass marble rolled in from the doorway.
Rose's voice stopped abruptly.
Nanny immediately cried out, "Someone's eavesdropping outside!"
Rose hurried toward the door and saw Michael with his head peeking behind the door curtain, having listened for who knows how long.
"Michael."
Hearing Rose's call, Michael turned and ran.
"Wait, Michael!" Rose panicked and quickly chased after him.
In the courtyard, the two struggled.
Michael shrank his neck. "Let go of me, let go!"
Rose grabbed his hand. "Michael, what did you just hear? Tell me."
Michael looked at her with innocent, simple-minded eyes. "I heard you're going to trick Cressida into taking medicine. Medicine doesn't taste good. I'm going to tell Cressida to have candy instead."
At these words, Rose's face instantly turned pale. Michael broke free from her grip and turned to run toward the courtyard gate.
"Michael, stop!" Rose snapped back to her senses and chased after him again, grabbing his sleeve. "You heard wrong! You absolutely cannot tell Cressida about this, understand?"
Michael grew impatient and tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't break free.
"Let go of me." He struggled desperately.
Rose's mind was filled with thoughts of "if he tells Cressida, everything will be ruined." She didn't expect to push too hard—the glass marbles in Michael's pocket fell out, and he accidentally stepped on one.
The round marble slipped, and Michael fell heavily to the ground, his head hitting the steps. He passed out on the spot.
Nanny screamed and immediately ran over. "Mr. Hamilton!"
Rose collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.
This was bad!
Night fell.
Cressida had just finished practicing calligraphy by the window when a maid from Mabel's side came looking for her.
"Ms. Cressida Hamilton, Mr. Michael Hamilton went out to play this morning and hasn't come back. Could you send people to help search? Mrs. Mabel Hamilton is worried sick."
Cressida looked up and asked calmly, "First go ask the guards at the front and back gates if they saw him leave."
The maid shook her head. "We already asked. The guards have been at their posts the whole time and never saw Mr. Michael Hamilton."
Cressida put down her brush. "In that case, he should still be on the estate. Verity, Ingrid, take the servants from the courtyard and help search."
"Yes."
An hour passed with still no trace of Michael.
Hearing that Mabel was crying with worry, Cressida got up and headed to the main hall.
Patrick was there too, scolding Mabel. "I entrusted Michael to your care, and you can't even keep track of him!"
"Uncle, you can't blame my mother," Jessica said. "Usually at this time, Michael sleeps for a while after taking his medicine. The maids went to get his change of clothes earlier, and when they came back, he was gone."
Patrick was furious. "Knowing his mind isn't right, and still being so careless! Those maids should all be fired and thrown out!"
Mabel's eyes were red, her expression haggard. "It's all my fault. I'm just worried now—what if he's hurt somewhere and can't get up? He can't express himself. What are we going to do!"
Donny sighed beside her. "You've done your best. Michael will be fine. As long as he's still on the estate, he won't be seriously hurt."
Cressida walked into the hall, and everyone immediately turned their eyes to her.
The maids and servants bowed. "Ms. Hamilton."
Cressida asked, "Still haven't found him?"
Mabel shook her head, choking back tears.
Seeing Cressida, Patrick's expression grew even darker. "Nothing in this house ever gives me peace of mind!"
Cressida ignored him for now and walked to Mabel's side. "Mabel, don't worry. The estate is only so big. Even if we search every corner, we'll find Michael."
Then Cressida asked, "Have all the rooms in each courtyard been searched?"
The head maid beside Mabel answered, "We've searched them all, even Mrs. Clio Hamilton's courtyard. When she heard Mr. Michael Hamilton was missing, she was very worried too and kept asking me for updates."
Just then, Verity hurried in. "Ms. Hamilton, we found him!"