She's the culprit

William had no ammunition for tonight, as he had used most of his plans with Jonathan. With the latter's absence, he was desperate to bring up something to stir trouble without actually causing too much disturbance. Hence, Zoren's remarks were like an advertisement that any customer would be tempted to buy.

"Try it, William, and let me know if it's my taste buds that have a problem. Who knows? It could be a symptom of yet another illness." Zoren wiggled his brows, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Give him another pair of spoons."

The nearest staff nodded in understanding, rushing to the trolley in the corner and quickly returning to the table. The staff then placed the fork over the napkin near William's plate, walking back with his head lowered, darting his eyes between Zoren and William.

"Mildred, are you sure this food was prepared by you?" William inquired, keeping his eyes on Zoren as he spoke. "And no one else touched it?"