But this was food from Flossie Wright. No matter how she suffered, she had to eat it.
Luckily, Flossie Wright wasn't the type of person who wouldn't read other's emotions. Maxwell Moore fed her a third of the food, then put down the bowl and spoon.
"Why did you jump off the cliff?"
Having put away the bowl and spoon, Flossie Wright stood by the bed, looking down at the pale-faced Janice Wood, and asked in a cold tone.
As always, her tone didn't convey any questioning emotion. She just wanted an answer from Janice Wood.
Janice Wood's eyes shifted slightly, instinctively wanting to avoid Flossie Wright's gaze.
Since the arrival of Flossie Wright, Janice Wood had been constantly worried about this question. Everyone was asking her why she had jumped: her leader, friends, doctor. She could remain silent in response to all their inquiries, but not in response to Flossie Wright's.
