Chapter 33

I didn't know what to say. So, I answered Charlotte, "These are fruits. They're not poisoned, don't worry." She harrumphed. "These are from you, so, that's hard to say." I… I really shouldn't have come here! At this moment, the few women by Charlotte's bed became interested. They came over and scrutinized my gift, as if the gift from me would be something weird. Isabelle took out a handful of fruits from the box. "What's this? Why haven't I seen it before? Are these mulberries? Doesn't look like it!" "I've never seen it before either." "It looks like some wild berry. Mulberries are gross enough. This looks like it tastes worse than mulberries." "Can these even be eaten? This brat even specified that these are not poisoned. This isn't the Streisand effect, is it?" I inhaled softly. I was about to argue back when Matthew pulled me aside. "Forget it, just leave them be. They are just a bunch of women. Don't stoop down to their level." I was about to nod when I heard Char