Love's Perfect Match

"What? You don't want to?" Callum pondered momentarily and added, "The previous family doctor of the Winthrop Family
resigned and went home to get married. If you don't mind, I can offer you a monthly salary of 45 thousand, which can be
increased depending on your performance."
45 thousand! As Wesley contemplated his meager intern salary of just a few hundred per month, temptation crept into his
thoughts. Then, he quickly shook his head and stated, "That's not it. Don't I need some kind of assessment for this?" After
careful consideration, he made a decision rooted in honesty and self-awareness. "As an intern with limited experience, I'm afraid
I may not have the necessary skills and expertise to handle these responsibilities effectively."
"You have a sense of responsibility, humility, and ability. Experience is something that will come with time." Callum briefly
commented on his strengths and raised his hand to look at his watch before realizing the substantial amount of time that had
elapsed. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't afford further delay and uttered, "If there's nothing else, come with me."
Surprised by the sudden turn of events and the unexpected good news, Wesley nodded. "I understand. I'll pack my things right
away!"
"There's no need to pack. Just come with me. The Winthrop Family will take care of your preparations."
After hearing this, Wesley felt like he was in a dream, nodding incessantly.
Back at the Winthrop Residence, Callum ensured that Wesley was taken care of by instructing the butler to escort him to his
designated living quarters. Then, Callum turned his attention to Elspeth and tucked her in.
Wesley claims she has been eating cold-natured foods for the past few days. Fortunately, we would set aside a small portion of
the daily meals as a contingency plan for unforeseen circumstances.
As Callum meticulously assessed the meals in the freezer, a sense of unease settled upon his face, mingled with a tinge of
suspicion. The disquieting revelation that most of the meals, excluding Margot's dinner from the previous night, consisted of a
combination of cold-natured ingredients triggered alarm bells in his mind. A surge of relief engulfed him when he realized that
last night's meal remained untampered. However, this realization only heightened his apprehensions regarding potential
tampering with the remaining meals.

Consequently, he promptly summoned the kitchen staff, including the nanny, two assisting maids, and the butler, who typically
supervised their activities.
After a while, the four stood in a line before Callum, and the butler was the first to speak, "Mr. Winthrop, I did not instruct anyone
to do this. I truly do not know of this matter."
The butler had been with the Winthrop Family for several years and didn't seem like someone who would be involved in such
actions.
However, the nanny became anxious when she heard that. "Mr. Winthrop, I have watched you grow up. How could I possibly
harm your child?"
Callum looked at her anxious expression, which didn't seem fake, so he shifted his gaze to the other two maids. He observed
that these two girls appeared to be identical twins based on their resemblance.
"Mr. Winthrop, we would never do such a thing!"
After listening to the group of people sobbing and wailing, he felt a severe headache.
"All right. Stop arguing. Tell me, who has been grocery shopping for the past few days?"
The three of them hesitated and exchanged glances before one of the girls raised her hand. "It was me."
"Why did you buy these foods?"
The girl lowered her head and replied, "I just bought them based on the usual items we consume. I didn't intentionally purchase
any cold-natured food to harm Mrs. Winthrop."
Callum's gaze flickered, and he nodded. "It seems that I was overthinking."
Nonetheless, she believed he would stop doubting her and flashed him a grin. "Mr. Winthrop, you are perceptive and will not
wrong the innocent!"

As he observed her grin, his attention shifted to the nanny. "What are her usual responsibilities?"
The nanny looked embarrassed and said, "They look so similar, so I didn't pay particular attention to which one is the older sister
and which is the younger sister." Considering only two of them, it makes little difference who does what.
Then, Callum approached the two girls, and one of them blushed when she saw him getting closer. "Mr. Winthrop—"
The other girl, who was already timid, felt even more insignificant when she saw his calm demeanor that revealed no joy or
anger.
"What are your names?"
Callum asked, and the girl, who looked livelier, blinked. "I'm Faith Davenport, and she's Hope Davenport."
"Which one of you is the older sister?"
Faith blushed even more when she heard this question and covered her face. "I'm the older sister. My younger sister is quite
shy."
"Do you listen to her?"
She was taken aback by that question and rebuked, "Why would I? She's the shy one, so she usually listens to me."
Callum sneered in response. "Why did you act according to her gaze when I asked you earlier?"
After hearing this, Faith turned pale, and she stammered, "I... I didn't. You must have mistaken it."
"Do you believe I didn't perceive the signals she was giving you? While unsure why you confessed, don't hold me accountable if
you fail to disclose the truth. I've cautioned you already," he stated, his voice laden with the weight of his impending ultimatum.
In the meantime, Faith's anxiety heightened, realizing that Callum was not jesting. She approached cautiously and inquired, "Mr.

Winthrop. If I tell the truth, will everything be alright?"
"I can't guarantee that, but if you don't tell the truth, you'll be someone else's scapegoat." He saw that she didn't realize the
seriousness of the situation, so he added, "I have never mentioned that Mrs. Winthrop experienced any harm from consuming
cold-natured food. How did you know?"
After hearing this, she abruptly dropped to her knees with a thud. "I'll tell you everything. In fact, I didn't buy any of those
ingredients!"
Meanwhile, Hope stood by her sister's side, a sense of unease creeping over her. She couldn't shake the feeling that something
was amiss, causing her apprehension to grow.
"Why did you admit to it then?"
"Those ingredients were bought by my sister, Faith. I'm Hope. She told me that if I took the initiative to admit this, you would treat
me differently because you like someone who takes responsibility—" When Hope said these words, tears streamed down her
face as if she had suffered a great grievance.
Callum felt like he had heard an immense joke and snapped, "Didn't you find something wrong when you said that? Admitting a
mistake would make me treat you differently? You plotted against the person I hold precious in my heart. Do you think I would
easily forgive you? If you're coveting Mrs. Winthrop's position in the Winthrop Family, let me tell you now, with your face and your
foolish mind, I will never be interested in you in this lifetime."
Hope hadn't anticipated the situation would escalate to such an extent. Her face flushed bright red, and overcome with shame,
she could not lift her head.
"Your actions have warranted this punishment, and even if I were to silently end your life, you would deserve it," Callum seethed,
his anger reaching an unprecedented level. He leaned down, his gaze piercing the trembling woman before him, his voice
turning icy cold. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded, his tone brooking no further resistance.
Despite her fear, Hope understood the gravity of the situation and, fueled by what had been said earlier, a certain resentment

toward Faith grew within her. Summoning her courage, she decided to speak up. "Faith did it because she received benefits from
someone else!"