The words of Butler Ye drifted in, causing Noah Drexler to frown.

Summer Shawcross, standing alongside, paused in surprise. Master Drexler sent ginseng soup—is he trying to poison Noah?

Thinking of this, anxiety suddenly welled up in her heart!

"Come in." Noah Drexler pressed his lips together and said.

As soon as he spoke, the door was pushed open. Butler Ye came in personally, carrying the ginseng soup with a smile, looking at Noah and the woman sitting on the bed.

"Young master, this is the ginseng soup specially instructed by the master, personally brewed by me, to help Miss Esther recover!" Butler Ye brought the soup to the bedside, speaking with a smile.

As Butler Ye finished speaking, Summer Shawcross showed a startled expression.

This soup was originally meant for her?

It seems Master Drexler’s intended target for poisoning is her...

Meanwhile, Noah Drexler’s expression also turned grim, his brow furrowed as he looked at Butler Ye before him.

His dark eyes emitted a penetrating glare, as if they could pierce through a person...

Feeling uneasy under the gaze, Butler Ye hastily began to explain.

"Young master, this ginseng has been cherished by the master for several years. Even when he was ill, he wouldn’t use it for medication. But upon hearing Miss Esther was injured, he immediately let me brew it!"

At this point, Butler Ye couldn’t help but glance at the servant tightly wrapped in the quilt on the bed, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Originally, he thought the ginseng was meant for Miss Duval. But to his surprise, the master had him bring the brewed ginseng soup to the young master’s place for a servant—perhaps as a way to curry favor with the young master?

After hearing Butler Ye’s explanation, Noah Drexler frowned slightly, then moved his thin lips.

"Leave it, you may go now."

Upon hearing this, Butler Ye nodded, hastily placing the soup on the nightstand before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.

After Butler Ye left, Noah Drexler raised his hand to bring the bowl of soup over, sniffing it lightly at the tip of his nose... A puzzled expression quickly appeared on his face.

"Is it poisoned?" Summer Shawcross couldn’t help but ask.

Master Drexler is such a vicious person; how could he be kind enough to send her soup?

Noah Drexler pressed his lips together without replying, though he couldn’t detect anything unusual about the soup, he wouldn’t let her drink what came from the old man.

However, at this moment, he indeed could not understand the reason behind the old man sending this bowl of soup...

He didn’t feel the old man would suddenly start caring for a servant...

...

Meanwhile, in Autumn Duval’s room, there were bursts of screams.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"Can’t you be gentler? If my skin scars, I won’t let you get away with it, you incompetent doctor!" she snapped angrily.

Amidst the waves of cursing, Master Drexler slowly walked in, leaning on a cane.

"Master..." Seeing him enter, the servant standing by the bed immediately lowered his head and greeted him.

Master Drexler remained silent, walking directly to the bedside, his face lined with wrinkles showing an unpleasant expression.

Upon seeing Master Drexler, Autumn Duval, who was in the midst of being treated, displayed a grievance on her face, hurriedly speaking in a coquettish tone.

"Uncle... that woman is a lowly village girl, dared to pick a fight with me; you must help me vent my anger..."

Just when Autumn Duval thought Master Drexler would as usual, be angry due to her injury and seek revenge for her...

An angry curse suddenly rang out.

"You foolish thing!"