11: CONTROLLED BY SHADOWS: A TUMULTUOUS DINNER WITH AARON

I groaned as I tried to sit up, the pain in my stomach intensifying. "I told you I wasn't feeling well. Can I please have some water?" Bob hesitated for a moment before snapping his fingers at one of the maids. "Get her some water," he barked, his annoyance palpable. The maid rushed to bring a glass of water, and I took a few sips, trying to ease the discomfort. Bob continued to stare at me, his eyes filled with suspicion and frustration. "What did you eat earlier?" he interrogated. "Just the steak and a few bites of the other dishes," I replied weakly, still feeling the weight of his gaze. He scoffed. "You couldn't even finish a meal. No wonder you're always so frail." His words stung, but I bit my lip to prevent any retort. I didn't want to escalate the situation further. "Maybe you're intentionally making yourself sick to get sympathy," he continued, his voice dripping with accusation. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Why would I do that? I'm not faking being unwell. I genu