Chapter 489

The dining table was square, so everyone sat according to their factions. Colin and I sat on one side; Andrew occupied one side alone; Jasmine and her men took another side.

Right before I asked Andrew if he had prepared food for Queenie and when we could eat, she slowly walked into everyone's view with the wall as her support.

Her face was pale, and her body was so skinny and frail that it looked almost skeletal. Without the wall, she might not even be able to stand upright. Worried about her safety, I wanted to get up to help her. But Andrew was ahead of me. He dashed to her side and carried her in his arms.

Queenie struggled awkwardly for a while. But she was too weak to offer any resistance. In the end, she relented.

"Queenie, you're sick. Stay on your bed. You shouldn't be here," I told her earnestly.

"I'm fine. It's nothing serious anyway. We have guests. I ought to greet them. It's already very rude of me to appear this late."

Queenie brushed her hair, trying to make herse