Tasted So Bad

Madam Dahlia replied, "Mr. Joseph went out this morning and hasn't come back yet." Thank goodness. Lucille heaved a sigh of relief. Not long after, Molly came down the stairs in a daze with her bedhead. She yawned. While rubbing her eyes, she complained, "That juice yesterday tasted so bad, Bobo. I'm thinking that Austin must have poisoned it!" "Yes." If it weren't for the alcohol Austin brought, she wouldn't have gotten drunk and flirted with Joseph. Lucille hummed in reply and egged Molly on. "Don't bother being polite the next time you see him, Molly. Beat him up!" "Okay!" Molly clenched her fists and nodded seriously. Madam Dahlia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She went to the kitchen and brought a glass of honey water to Molly, then coaxed her as if she was talking to a child. "This is sweet. If you drink it, your head won't hurt anymore." "Thank you, Madam Dahlia!" Molly took it and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls. In the afternoon, Lucille overheard from the servants tha