While Monica and Daniel hurried to clean the mess, Mr. Harrison quickly switched his bowl with Daniel’s bowl.
It was part of the “game” he had planned with Ethan.
Once everyone sat down again, the old man smiled faintly.
“Thank you, Ethan,” he said. “Daniel, Monica—you should eat too. Let’s all enjoy dinner together.”
Daniel hesitated, but refusing would raise suspicion. So he slowly finished the soup.
The same soup he had poisoned.
Within minutes, his speech started slurring. His head dropped forward onto the table.
Monica panicked.
“Daniel?! What’s wrong with you?”
Before she could do anything else, the front doors of the mansion suddenly burst open.
Police officers rushed inside, accompanied by Mr. Harrison’s lawyer.
In the officer’s hand was a phone recording.
Earlier, when Ethan had told him everything, Mr. Harrison had quietly placed a recorder in the boy’s pocket before sending him back to play near the library.
Every word of Daniel and Monica’s plan had been captured.
“Did you really think I had become senile?” Mr. Harrison said firmly.
Then, to everyone’s shock, he slowly pushed himself up from the wheelchair.
He could still stand.