"I believe she has poisoned it. The girl you bought as a slave wants to kill you," answered Grace with a serious face while looking Damien straight in the eye.
For some time no one spoke anything and they were surrounded by silence until Damien started chuckling as if enjoying a private joke. The maids who were even thinking of passing across the hallways had decided to not intrude and step into the awkward atmosphere which was created in there.
Maggie didn't look surprised and instead looked at her brother and her sister, her eyes darting to hear her brother say, "Were you the one who asked her to poison me?"
"What? Why would I even do that?" asked Grace, "You are my brother."
"Grace is right, Damien," Grace's mother supported her daughter, "Grace would never do something so low. Both Maggie and you should know by now how much she adores you both. Yet you look down at her with every passing wakeful time of yours."