"Are you feeling unwell? If you are, I can take you to the hospital. Don't just sit here without saying a word!"
At that moment, Aria Grant opened her eyes and looked sincerely at Mira Meredith.
"Do you know? I feel like something is off, but I can't pinpoint what it is. I feel miserable right now, as if there are countless eyes all around me, tracking my every move, as though I'm under surveillance!"
The more she spoke, the more bizarre it got. Mira Meredith didn't understand how Aria Grant had suddenly become like this. It would have been understandable if she felt surveilled outside, but this was Aria Grant's own home—how could anyone be spying on her here?
"Don't be afraid, I'm right here beside you. You can tell me if something is wrong."
Mira Meredith reached out, holding Aria Grant in her arms, and patted her back.
But Aria Grant suddenly realized something was amiss and pushed Mira Meredith away.
The terror in her eyes was like a deep abyss.
