Chapter 408

"Damn! Grandpa, that's the famous spicy chicken pasta." Peter sat at the table with tears streaming down his face as he took another sip of milk. "Is this poison?" he asked, his lips swollen and puffy. Grace felt a piercing gaze on her from above, and she couldn't bring herself to meet Oliver's eyes. Hidden in the corner, Hazel sensed the tension and quietly backed away before eventually disappearing from view. She quickly pulled out her phone and called Shawn. "Help me!" "What's going on? Aren't you at the Jeffersons?" "Just come get me!" Hazel urged, her voice frantic. Fortunately, Shawn was on night duty. He quickly got dressed, unaware of what had happened. Peter noticed Hazel trying to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" "Uh, I-I'll be right back!" she stammered before darting out of the room. Everyone's attention turned to Grace, who was staring at the floor. Peter continued to gulp down milk, each sip making his lips swell even more, giving him an almost