In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 407

Potassium cyanide?

Poisonous potassium cyanide?

When I hear "potassium cyanide", I can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Mom and Frank took very little of this poisonous substance. Otherwise, there would die.

Frances is shocked, and he tightens his hold on my waist.

He turns to look at me with lingering fear on his face.

"Fortunately, you're fine."

One will be poisoned as soon as he touches potassium cyanide. The cake is the only thing that Mom and Frank ate but I didn't eat.

There definitely won't be such a poisonous substance in the cake shop.

What is going on?

The doctor asks doubtfully, "How did the patient ingest potassium cyanide?"

What he asks is also my doubt.

However, there are some things that are not suitable to be told to the doctor.

"I don't know either."

Mom and Frank come out of the ward. After being under medical observation for a while, they are fine. And then we go home.

I hand the cake to Frances. He nods at me knowingly.

Even if I don't say anything, he knows that I am asking him to investigate this matter.

"Are you going to throw this away? What a pity," Mom says and doesn't want to waste it.

"It's not a pity. You almost die because of it. You don't need to feel pain for wasting this little money. Where did you buy this cake?"

I look at Frank and ask seriously.

Very quickly, the manager comes over.

Frances hands the cake over and says sternly, "This cake is made in your shop, right?"

The manager looks at the cake and nods in confusion.

The manager seems to know nothing at all.

Frances continues, "Someone ate this cake and got poisoned by potassium cyanide. Who had come into contact with this cake in the shop?"

Hearing that someone was poisoned by potassium cyanide, the manager is shocked and his face changes. The other two clerks are confused may because they don't know what potassium cyanide is.

"How is this possible? The cakes in our shop are under strict quality control. How could such a thing happen?"

Cold sweat kept dripping down from his forehead. He is very nervous.

"This has nothing to do with quality. It's poisoned. I need to know who had touched this cake."