#Chapter 172: In Search of Hemlock

[Evelyn’s POV] “Jesus Christ,” I hissed. I was deeply disturbed to find that many of my original plants were long dead from neglect. But the real shocker of it all was the mass amount of equipment that covered the entire top of the work table. My lips parted as my eyes widened in fear. Within seconds, Henry’s theory had become fact. It shouldn’t have come as any surprise that Isabella had proceeded to tarnish one of the most endearing and special places from my childhood. My greenhouse had been a gift from my father before he truly began to distance himself from the family and really life itself. Looking around, the place was covered in old, rumpled boxes, glass beakers, and burners. Several racks of glass test tubes lined the overhanging shelves. My heart caught in my throat. Isabella had turned my beloved greenhouse into an evil Chem. lab for her murderous plans. Clearly, the psychopath had been going at this for a while. It made me easily wonder how many trial