The Dark Notes of Malang Girl
Do They Think They Can Kill Me?

Glen's face changed instantly. His hands moved around his neck. Right, there's Shara's lipstick on there. The man immediately sharpened his brain in search of a reasonable reason.

"Emh, looks like .. This is Aunt Lena's lipstick. She kept crying so I hugged her." He grabbed a piece of tissue and rubbed his neck.

"Mother crying? Crying who?" ask Emely.

"Of course you're crying, honey. Aunt Lena and Shara are very sad about your loss. Do you know, for ten days they kept praying for you."

Emely just nodded. Then it leaned back against Glen's shoulder with a flat expression.

"Rest, Honey. Look, your body is still very weak. I'll sleep in the other room so you can rest well." Glen kissed the forehead with a disgusted expression. If he could choose, he really didn't want to room with Emely. Because that woman was really disgusting in her eyes.

"Why don't you just sleep here? We are married." Emely clasped her husband's fingers.

"No. We'll room if your condition is better. In your body there are still wounds. I'm afraid it's getting worse."

"Oh, okay." Emely nodded obediently.

Glen stroked the top of Emely's head then moved out of the room. Emily looked at the back of her husband, who disappeared behind the door.

"Why are you so good at theatrics?" he muttered without expression.

Shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door. Followed by the appearance of a waiter who came carrying a glass of milk.

"Excuse me, Miss Emely. I've brought you milk."

"Put it on the table. I'll have a drink."

"Good, Miss."

The waiter placed a glass of milk on the table and bowed respectfully before leaving the master's room.

On the other hand, Shara commented on the meaningful smile when she saw the maid had just walked out of Emily's room. He put poison into milk without anyone's knowledge.

"This time Emely will definitely die. And the one who will be accused is the servant. While me and my mother will survive and enjoy the treasure of Lord Gabriel Golden's honor."

The sudden pat that landed on Shara's shoulder surprised. The woman reflexes.

"Ah, I'm just surprised!" peekit Shara's.

"What are you doing on nights like this in front of that germ Emely room?"

Shara breathed a long breath. "I've just made our plans, ma'am. Tomorrow morning Emely will definitely die. I've put poison in the milk."

Hearing her daughter's words, Lena's mother glared her eyes. "Gosh, what are you doing, Shara. That's very dangerous."

"Calm, Mum. I did it very carefully. Service will be the suspect if Emely dies."

Mother Lena nodded in understanding despite still looking worried. The mother and daughter also gave a sly smile.

Shara and her mother always torture and insult Emely. Moreover, upon learning that Mr. Gabriel's inheritance was fully handed over to Emely. Not only did they torture slowly, they even planned a murder.

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Shara woke up early in the morning. The first thing he did was to check on Emely in the room and see if his half-brother was really dead after sipping on the milk filled with poison made by the waiter last night.

Shara sneaks into Emely's room. He smiled cunningly seeing the woman motionless under the blanket. Also, the glass on the table is empty, marking Emily has drunk her milk.

The woman jumped in excitement. Now all the goals will be achieved very easily.

"He must be dead by now!"

Shara approached the bed and shook Emely's arm slowly. However, he was again surprised because Emely opened his eyes right then and there.

"What's up, Shara?" ask Emily in a hoarse voice. He rubbed his two eyes which were still dominated by drowsiness.

"What's? Is he still alive? Didn't she drink the milk?" shara said in her heart.

He glanced back at the empty milk glass. Then think about whether last night didn't enter the poison wrong? Isn't that a very dangerous poison? There was no way Emely was still alive after drinking it.

"What's up, Shara? Why are you like someone who sees ghosts? Did I surprise you?"

"Em .. It's okay, Emely. I just want to make sure that you're okay."

Eye angle Emely squeaking. "I'm fine, thank you."

Shara commented on the potluck smile. He seemed confused to see Emely who did not even show any symptoms, whereas last night, Shara put poison in high doses.

"Then I have to go back to my room. I'm just here to greet you."

Emely just smiled, leaning on the bed. The injuries on some parts of his body completely limited his movement space.

"alright. Thanks for your attention this morning."

After Shara came out, Emely stared at the empty glass on the table, then reviewed a faint smile.

"Do they think they can kill me with that drink?"

Last night, after the waiter came out, he sniffed the smell of milk and found something was not right. Emely also chose to throw the milk away.

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