Arnold Johnson ate as if no one else was around, but in reality, he couldn't taste anything in his mouth.
The only sound in his ears was the voice of Edward Hernandez, soft enough to melt anyone to death.
"Victoria, I bought you the soy milk and fried dough sticks you wanted to try. See if it's to your liking," Edward said as he handed her the fried dough sticks, adding a caution, "Be careful, it's hot."
Hot? It was merely lukewarm.
Arnold couldn't help but bite down hard on a fried dough stick.
Victoria took a gentle bite, looked up, and caught Arnold's fierce gaze. Suddenly, she felt nauseated again, wishing she could vomit immediately.
"Madam Johnson, what's wrong?" Arnold, noticing her odd expression, couldn't help but ask.
She felt fine until he spoke, but then, Victoria turned around to vomit, quickly sitting back down to avoid suspicion.
"Seeing certain people, I just lose my appetite," Victoria said, abruptly setting the fried dough stick aside.
