189In the afternoon, Argent Mansion, "Claire, baby, should I bring your lunch to your room?" Claire stared at the door with puffy red eyes as she breathed noisily. She was in a chaotic state with hair in disarray, her lipstick smudged around her lips, her mascara running with tears, and her lips quivering as she attempted to keep her sobs in. She was not in the mindset to reply to her mother. But she couldn't keep her waiting either. Hence, gathering some strength, she answered, "I'm not hungry, mom." She hated how her voice sounded. It was raspy and bled with pain. "What do you mean you're not hungry? You didn't come down for dinner last night. Then you also skipped breakfast. Your father was worried, Laire. He had an important meeting to attend, otherwise he was going to come to see you." Her mother spoke worried from the other side of the door. She came several times since morning, and even yesterday to call her for dinner. Her mother knew she was suffering, but she couldn'
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