Whitney took a deep breath, the substance in her mouth melted, and she felt more relaxed. "Would you like anything, ma?" the attendant asked. No matter how unwilling she was, Seb already spoke, she did not dare disobey.
"Nothing, Thank you," Whitney replied. She closed her eyes, she felt a bit better but that did not mean that she dared to eat.
The attendant left with a sor face, she felt that Whitney was putting on air simply because she did not turn to look at her. "Who does she think she is?" She complain in her heart but did not dare to continue standing there. The fight lasted for four hours. Whitney did not know why, but she fell asleep at some point. When she opened her eyes the plane had just landed. She felt a bit better.
Her face was no longer so pale, when she got up, she felt a bit weak but she quickly held on to her chair. "Are you okay?" Sen asked.
