Yale's hands balled into fists before he slammed the table.

His expression was grim. "Just who is that evil person? How could he poison such a young child?"

"It might have something to do with her true family. She's lucky. If she was fed for another year and a half, she'd be gone by now."

"She was always ill when we first adopted her. She was sent to the ICU several times. She was like a fragile doll." Those memories were painful for him to reminisce. "But she's a good girl. She never complains."

Right then, he suddenly questioned why he was telling her all this. He almost exposed himself.

Fortunately for him, Olivia didn't think much about it.

All her focus was on Molly. "You're a good brother, though."

He switched the topic. "If it is as you said, could you remove the poison?"

She shook her head. "Her metabolism has broken down the poison. It's like water dripping on a rock. Making a dent out of it can happen—though it's time-consuming—but even if you stop the water from dr