Anna Jadwin pursed her lips, looking at him palely, "Wayne Bailey, please, leave!"
Wayne Bailey, as if oblivious to her gaze, continued eating the meat and vegetables Michelle Harrington fed him...
Consequently, Anna Jadwin's appetite vanished even more.
Mr. Jadwin kept talking to her, urging her to eat more. Anna Jadwin didn't want to worry Mr. Jadwin, so she reluctantly forced herself to swallow.
A wave of nausea hit her, and after only a little, she felt like vomiting.
Charles Harrington picked up a container and passed it to her, and she vomited a bit of acid reflux.
"Are you okay?" Charles Harrington furrowed his eyebrows, "Shall I call a doctor to check on you!?"
"No need..." Anna Jadwin, who already hated being the center of attention, suddenly found all eyes at the dinner table converging on her.
Sanna handed her a napkin, "You really are too thin."
"Anna..." Mr. Jadwin hesitated as he looked at her, "You're not pregnant, are you?"
