Theo stomped his feet. "I''m not pinching!"


    "Mom, can you retake a look at Theo? He touched your wrist jus now. He might have found something." Will was worried. Maeve''s heart skipped a beat when he saw their serious expressions. She sat back down and handed her hand to Theo.


    Theo held her arm with one chubby hand and took her pulse with the other.


    After two minutes, Theo''s little face turned green and angry. "Moinmy, you''ve been poisoned. Although it''s a small amount, this poison will damage your vocal cords over time!" It was also because the toxin was too faint that he had not discovered it until now.


    Then, Will stood up with a whoosh. His long and curly eyshes trembled angrily, almost unable to hide the anger in his


    eyes.


    Maeve was also shocked. When did I get poisoned? I did not feel anything at all.


    She turned around and saw that Will, who rarely let his emotions out, seemed about to explode from anger. Theo''s eyes were also red.


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    Maeve could not care less about being angry. She hugged the two children and coaxed them. "Mommy is fine. It''s just a small amount of poison. It''s not serious now."


    "Mommy, quickly take the antidote." Theo held the pill and fed it to Maeve. His voice was a few degrees lower than usual. "You have to take another pill tomorrow just in case. The person who poisoned you might harm you again." "Don''t worry, I''ll remember everything. Don''t worry too much. Ill be careful from tomorrow onwards," Maeveforted them.


    Will pursed her lips and buried her head in Maeve''s neck without saying a word.


    Maeve thought about it more.


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    Ever since Maeve came to Erancia, she had encountered such dangerous situations more than once.


    The first time was kidnapping, and now it was poisoning.


    Each time, it was not fatal. It seemed that she had deliberately left some leeway.


    The person behind that did not want to kill their mother. The person just wanted her body or mind to suffer irreversible damage.


    Every time, it was so difficult to guard against. There were endless methods.


    It was hard for Will not to suspect that the other party had failed twice. There would be a third time.


    He must have wanted his mother to be at home and not go anywhere in case something dangerous happened.


    But Maeve could not agree.


    Late at night, the two little ones sat cross-legged on the bed, each holding a thin smallputer.


    Those wereputers given by Byron. The top-notch configuration ran smoothly and was very thin and lightpared to ordinaryputers.


    III


    Chapter 440-


    It was the gift they demanded from Byron on his first day of work


    However, Will felt that the original version was too big and heavy. After dismantling and modifying theputer, it became smaller than a tablet and did not affect its performance. They were watching the security footage from Trazir''s headquarters.


    Maeve could not be poisoned at home. She stayed at the headquarters during the day and was most likely poisoned there.


    The two little ones were checking the surveince footage. Maeve and Byron were on the video call. It was not easy for the three of them.


    The problem in Creynia was tooplicated to be resolved quickly. Byron would have to stay in Creynia for another two days.


    Maeve did not want to interfere with his business and pretended to be asleep, only to be woken up by him. Assuring him, she even rubbed her eyes red and her hair messy.


    "You can sleep by yourself now?" Byron raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I thought you wouldn''t be able to sleep without me."


    Meave could not fall asleep.


    Maeve pretended to be sleepy and said softly, "I can sleep even faster without you." She tried to keep her pride.


    The meaning of theint was obvious.


    Byron chuckled. "Alright, time is up. You can sleep."


    "My phone is almost out of battery." Maeve pretended to look at the top right corner of the phone. "Why don''t you call me tomorrow morning? Go to bed early after you''re done today." "Okay, hang up then."


    Maeve looked at Byron, who was still sitting behind his desk and handling documents at such ate hour in the call. The floor-to-ceiling window behind him reflected the night and the light from the building opposite. It made him feel a little lonely workingte at night in a foreign country.


    Even though that was only her opinion, a workaholic like Byron did not forget his work. Even when he was hospitalized, he might enjoy that kind of busyness.


    But her heart still softened.


    She switched the video to a voice call and ced it on the pillow "The power consumption should be slower. I''ll hang up the voice call."


    Byron''s light chuckle could be heard from the other end. "You can''t bear to part with me?"


    Maeve''s ears heated up. He denied it without thinking. "It''s pitiful to see you alone! Just do your thing. I''m going to sleep!"


    "Good night. Don''t dream about me," Byron replied.


    "What?" Maeve turned over and hugged the nket as she stared at the ceiling, preparing to fall asleep. ''How narcissistic!''Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    A long and melodious piano sound suddenly came from the phone.


    "Are you ying the piano now?" Maeve turned over and asked curiously.


    "No," said Byron. "I met Herrera this afternoon and asked him topose a luby. Listen to it and see if it''s useful."


    His ne was in the inorning and he would arrive in Creynia at pm at thetest. Instead of busying himself with work, he found a musician topose a luby for her immediately.


    Maeve''s heart was beating uncontrobly. Through the nket seemed to be transmitted to her hand, face, and ears.


    She moved to the side of the phone and finally could not help but ask softly, "Byron, why are you so good to me?".


    Byron seemed to be treating Maeve too well recently.


    To put it bluntly, Maeve even had the illusion of having a honeymoon recently.


    However, she was worried that it was an illusion from the perspective of liking him, so she did not think that way.


    Byron paused as if he was puzzled by her question. "Isn''t it good to be good to you?"


    "That''s good. But why?" Maeve was waiting for an answer.


    "There''s no reason." Byron''s voice was as low as usual as he exined to her, "This kind of thing is just like a habit. It''s hard to exin."


    Was he only being nice to me because I was used to being by his side?'' After getting the answer, Maeve''s mood instantly sank. She wanted to continue asking. However, she knew she would not get the answer she wanted.


    At that moment, Maeve suddenly thought of a question she had neglected for a long time.


    Byron had never admitted to liking her.


    Her self-satisfaction over the past few days seemed to be a dream that she had woven herself.


    A self-deception dream.


    Without hearing Maeve''s voice, Byron thought Maeve had fallen asleep. He raised his hand to turn up the volume of the phone and ced it on the ear. He listened to Maeave''s soft breathing as he worked.


    He suddenly thought of Maeve''s question. His hand stopped, pausing any wiring on the paper. ''Why did I treat her so well? Byron raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead. His gaze slowly stopped on the photo frame in the upper left corner of the desk, and he was slightly lost in thought. ''Was she a