The Regretful Alpha 11.2

Young Usher didn't answer. It was impossible for young Vione to get expired bread. The palace had always ensured that the food and drink for all residents—Alpha family and workers—met health standards. Moreover, there had never been any reports of food poisoning.

Still, young Usher wouldn't forget to check. If the puppy had indeed been poisoned by eating young Vione's breakfast bread, then the palace had been grossly negligent.

"There are many possibilities," Alma said a moment later, offering a logical opinion. "Especially since he's a puppy. He could have eaten something without your knowledge."

Young Vione considered Alma's words, then nodded slowly. She realized that there were more important things for her to focus on right now than finding the source of the poisoning. "So how is he? Is he going to be okay?"

"Fortunately, yes. He'll be fine. After a few days of rest, he'll be fine. You can relax now."

Relief flooded young Vione's chest. She closed