Poison in the House
Chapter 546 Poison in the House
On the other end of the call, Yunice sounded conflicted. “Peggy, you know how hard it is to book Ocea Silverburgh. I only got you that spot by pulling a lot of strings. If you change the dare now, everyone’s schedule shifts–and you’ll get blacklisted by the manager.”
Peggy complained, “Elsie just died! Owen refuses to let the wedding happen…”
Yunice said flatly, “Then there’s nothing I can do. I’ll book you for a few years later”
“What?” Peggy nearly shricked. “I can’t wait that long!”
Yunice chuckled. “Ocean Silverburgh is a business. Even if it’s family–run, we serve paying clients. I can’t just kick someone out to make room for you.”
“Three years is out of the question!” Peggy barked..
Yunice said smoothly, “Then maybe think it over.
Peggy hung up and looked upstairs.
Owen’s bedroom door was locked..
He always kept her out, guarding his room like a vault.
Her eyes drifted to the room next door–Elsie’s.
“What’s the point of keeping a dead girl’s room? Might as well give it to someone who needs it.”
She stepped into Elsie’s room and spotted the urn sitting on the lavender bedspread.
Her face twisted. “Freak. Is he turning the house into a mausoleum?”
She picked up the urn. “What a waste. Even your dad didn’t get this treatment.”
She scanned the room and spotted a jar of collagen powder.
Then she looked back at the urn.
Meanwhile, Owen had been scrolling through hateful comments online, growing more and more furious. After a while, he noticed something strange–the house was too quiet.
Normally, if he locked her out, Peggy would be banging on the door nonstop.
Then he remembered the urn next door.
He bolted out of his room and flung open the door–to find Peggy in Elsie’s room.
He stormed in and yanked her around. “Who said you could be in here?!”
But then he paused.
Pere was holding a trowel, digging in the potted plant’s soil. There were pale grey flecks mixed in–somė
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kind of fertilizer.
He quickly looked at the urn. It was still on the bed, untouched.
His temper cooled a bit. “From now on, stay out of this room.
Peggy tossed the trowel aside and snapped. “Why? I’m the woman of this house! Half of this property is
mine!”
She added, “What, you want to turn this room into a shrine? Keep her ashes in here forever? Well, I won’t allow it. You put that urn here, I’ll toss it out myself“.
Owen seethed. “You-”
Peggy cut him off. “I’ve been way too patient with you! I want this wedding in three days. Not a day later. Or I’ll ruin you. I’ll drag your whole family into the tabloids!”
He raised his hand.
Peggy smirked, lifting her phone–already dialing the press. Her eyes dared him to strike.
Owen’s hand dropped. His face darkened.
Peggy smiled, victorious. “You don’t want me in your room? Fine. This one’s mine now.”
She added, “There’s a place for the living and a place for the dead. If you don’t put her ashes where they belong, I will.”
She walked past him, whistling, and started banging on Lily’s door, ordering her to make dinner.
Owen shut his eyes, suffocating under the pressure.
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That night, Yunice and Elianna showed up at the Saunders residence.
Wyatt had been swamped lately, always coming home in the dead of night.
Elianna, bored out of her mind, begged to tag along when she heard Yunice was going out.
She didn’t know the family well. When they arrived, Owen slammed his fork down and stood up. “What are you doing here? You’re not welcome in this house!”
Meanwhile, Peggy was all smiles, rushing over to pull out a chair for Yunice and eyeing Elianna with curiosity and calculation
Elianna glanced at the table. Only Beggy had meat and vegetables in her bowl.
Everyone else had a mess of rice and broth–barely more than scraps.
She wrinkled her nose. What kind of house was this? Even dinner felt nasty and mean.
