After paying off the good-for-nothings, Fiona turned to her henchmen and asked, "Has the Westy Old Candy Factory been set up?"
Her subordinate replied with the utmost respect, "Miss Melling, everything has been arranged as per your instructions. The moment that girl named Molly steps in, there's no escaping! She will be at your mercy then."
A corner of Fiona’s lips curled up in satisfaction. "Good."
"But..." her subordinate hesitated briefly before asking, "Miss Melling, Molly seems to harbor a lot of animosity towards you. Are you sure she'll show up tonight just on your word?"
"She will, I'm sure of that."
Fiona responded, her face radiating conviction.
After days of investigation, from her visits to every pharmacy in the city to her trips to various clinics, Fiona was certain of one thing, that Lucille was gravely ill.
Plus whenever Molly visited a medical institution, she described the same symptoms.