Chapter 41

I nervously stepped out of the bathroom, seeing the phone's owner. She was taking down the dirty curtains in the room. I clutched my chest.

"Are you okay?" Ken asked me. He helped me walk to the soft bed. "I was worried when I heard you were feeling unwell. Did you eat something you didn't like?"

I looked at him. His eyes were full of concern. If I hadn't experienced trauma with him, I would have thought he was sincere.

I removed his hand from my waist. "I-I'm fine, Ken. I'm feeling a little better."

"Does anything hurt? Do you want me to call our family doctor for—"

I put my two fingers on his lips to silence him. "No need. I'm fine. Don't overreact."

I looked back at the old maid. My eyes widened when I saw her fumbling in her pocket where she put the phone. I just focused my attention on Ken.

"I'm going to rest for a while, Ken," I said, pretending to be weak.

"Are you sure you're okay? I'll call Dr. Whale to check on you." I grabbed Ken's hand as he was about to leave. He