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A homeless girl approached a rich man in a restaurant and said

This wasn’t a misunderstanding. Emily had seen it — Victoria had poisoned the food.
The elegant dish might’ve looked perfect, but Emily knew better.
“It’s poisoned,” she said quietly, her body tense with fear.
Robert Adams glanced at the girl beside his table. She looked no older than ten, with tangled hair and dirt-streaked cheeks — but her steady green eyes held a truth he couldn’t dismiss.