In the next instant, Zayden tossed a bottle into her lap, and Sadie furrowed her brow as she examined it.

The bottle bore no labels.

Perplexed, she turned to him and asked, “What is this?"

“Something good," Zayden replied with a leisurely chuckle.

"You can use it as seasoning and add it to Holden's water."

Sadie recoiled, her complexion paling as she discarded the bottle and exclaimed, "Are you out of your mind? He's your cousin, for heaven's sake! You're utterly deranged to even contemplate such a sinister act.

I refuse to be part of this."

Zayden cast an effortless glance in her direction, a sly grin dancing on his lips.

"Do you truly hold him in such high regard, or are you simply ensnared by your own desires?" With that, he nonchalantly tossed some photographs her way.

Sadie picked up the photographs, her countenance worsening instantaneously.

The images portrayed the day when Holden had rushed into the hospital, cradling Ariana.

Even in those frozen moments captured on film, one could discern the panic and urgency etched across Holden's demeanor, an aspect of him Sadie had never before witnessed.

Sadie couldn't believe her eyes, subconsciously tightening her grip on the photographs.

She had taken every precaution, so when had Holden forged such a profound connection with Ariana behind her back? She had been totally oblivious.

As she scrutinized the photographs, her anger surged at the sight of Holden's worried and caring expression.

She couldn't fathom it. Throughout all the times, whether she was injured or enduring a heart attack, Holden had never displayed the slightest bit of concern for her, despite being her fiancé. He had never spared her a single glance.

And now, Holden hadn't even recollected his past with Ariana. The only thing he knew about Ariana was her role as Adele's psychiatrist.

What reason did he have to be so concerned about Ariana?

Sadie clenched the photographs tightly, her eyes radiating resentment.

"Bitch, how are you still alive?" she muttered under her breath.