Chapter 1808: Chapter 1807: Infected 5
Realizing what it might be, Xia Yongxuan hurriedly bent down, pressing her fingers lightly on the sofa cushion.
She seemed to be looking for something.
Normally, if pricked, no one would pay attention.
But just this morning, she had told Jiang Li about the plan to use a needle to frame Xia Weibao!
With guilt in her heart, getting stabbed at this moment made her panic!
"Miss Xia, what’s wrong?" The patient, who had just sat down, quickly stood up again, asking nervously.
Xia Yongxuan had no time to deal with her and continued searching the sofa, indeed finding a needle!
Looking at the long embroidery needle in her hand, Xia Yongxuan’s mind buzzed, becoming blank.
The blood drained visibly from her face.
How could this be!
She clearly taught Jiang Li to use this trick against Xia Weibao, so why was there a needle in her villa!
The thought of the needle possibly being tainted with HIV blood sent her into a panic.
She desperately wanted to rush to the neighboring villa to ask if Jiang Li had placed it.
However, she stopped at the doorway.
Her almost collapsing rationality returned, no, she couldn’t recklessly rush over.
Otherwise, she’d be unwittingly confessing!
Though there was a needle on her sofa, it didn’t necessarily mean it had HIV-infected blood; it could just be a maid’s oversight or a manufacturing defect when the sofa was bought.
Despite the panic, she forced herself to calm down.
The patient nearby had already been frightened into silence, cowering aside.
Xia Yongxuan called over the maid responsible for cleaning today, her face stern, "Why is there a needle on the sofa? How are you working?"
The cleaning maid was scared by her anger, shrinking in fear, "M...Miss, it’s not my fault. I didn’t find any needle when I cleaned this morning."
Xia Yongxuan slapped the coffee table with a bang, "The sofa cushion is soft, didn’t you press to check for anything?"
"I...usually just clean dust...also, when I arranged the sofa cushion, I pressed a few times, didn’t find any needle..."
She really wanted to say, even if there was a needle, it was not her fault. Who would think there’d be a needle underneath a sofa cushion? Blame the manufacturer, okay.
Only, she dared not say.
After all, she was a servant.
Yet, she found it strange; wasn’t the eldest miss usually the most approachable and lenient to servants? Where was the leniency in this aggressive demeanor?
Xia Yongxuan’s heart sank continuously; after pressing a few times while arranging the sofa cushion, no needle was discovered, so where did this needle come from?
Before the competition ended, she couldn’t leave the villa or openly go across to ask.
She could only dismiss the servant first, return to her room, and call Jiang Li.
Jiang Li was about to go eat when she ran back to her room upon seeing the call.
"Jiang Li, why is there a needle on my living room sofa!"
Jiang Li was momentarily bewildered, "I don’t know, I only placed a needle on Xia Weibao’s side?"
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, Miss Xia. I can’t leave the villa, how could I have put a needle over at your place."
Only then did Xia Yongxuan slightly relax, "What kind of needle did you use."
"Just the embroidery needle for clothes, with a hole in it, found in my room."
Looking at the hole in the needle eye she held, terror slowly climbed up Xia Yongxuan’s face.
"After you placed the needle, did you leave the living room, could someone have taken it."
