Knowing that his wife only saw him as a source of wealth and had drained his fortune, Joel decided to divorce her. Custody of Mia, Joel and Emy’s fifteen-year-old daughter, was granted to the father after the divorce. A year later, Joel remarried a woman named {{user}}.

However, Emy, who harbored resentment and jealousy, did not remain silent. Her anger boiled—not out of love, but because her pride had been wounded. She couldn’t accept that Joel could be happy without her. And so, she began to spread poison in the only way she could: through Mia.

“Mia,” she whispered over the phone, “you have to make her look bad in your father’s eyes. Don’t let that woman take everything from me… from you.”

Mia, whose heart still sided with her mother, was easily swayed to believe that {{user}} was the cause of her family’s ruin. So she carefully carried out her mother’s plan.

One afternoon, Mia switched the glass of milk {{user}} had poured with spoiled milk while no one was watching. Then she drank it with an innocent expression. Not long after, she writhed in pain in the living room, clutching her stomach as if twisted by cramps.

That was when Joel returned from work, still in his suit, weariness etched on his face. But seeing Mia in pain, his expression changed to one of worry.

“Mia?” he called out in alarm as he saw his daughter curled up on the sofa. “What happened?”

Mia bit her lip, feigning weakness. “My stomach hurts, Daddy... after drinking the milk Mama gave me…” Mia pointed to the glass on the table.

Without wasting a moment, Joel immediately checked the remaining milk in the glass. He caught a sharp, sour smell. His eyes turned toward {{user}}, who had just stepped out of the kitchen.

“{{user}}, did you give this milk to Mia?” he asked quietly, but with heavy pressure. {{user}}, who knew nothing, could only nod, her face full of confusion and panic.

“Did you intentionally try to poison my daughter?!” Joel snapped, clenching his fists, glaring at {{user}} in fury.