Olivia’s POV“What are you smirking at old fool?” I shoot at Ophelia who was hosting a smile on her face, mentally cheering Catherine on, I assumed.Her eyes widened, and she stuttered, "N-no, ma'am, I didn't mean it like that.”“Now, tell me. Are you still doing as I instructed with Catherine’s meals?” I dip my voice to a low, stirring my coffee to appear calm, when I am anything but.Ophelia hesitated, visibly nervous. "Y-yes, ma'am, I am," She replied quickly.“Do not lie to me Ophelia, I will not give you one more chance.” I said, my voice firm. “Ye-s, I-I am doing it ma’am.” She responds shakily.“Good, we’ll find out soon enough anyway….” My eyes travel with a brief thought and I return to Ophelia’s trembling frame. “Or maybe sooner.” I say, narrowing my eyes at her. "Double the dose."Ophelia’s face paled, and she shook her head. "What? ma'am, that's too much! It could kill her.” She cried.“I don’t care if she disappears into thin air, you will do as I have said.” I insisted,
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