Lady Delia's POV
"MMH… MMH" Zara hummed as she shook her head negatively while I exhaled deeply.
"Oh please help me Zara, you can't keep doing this to yourself" I cried out, and she sniffed hard.
She burst into tears again, and I cupped my forehead in my palms with so much sadness.
"You are not helping me Zara, if you keep doing this then I will have no choice than to get the doctor here. I know you don't want to take those bitter medicines, do you?" I asked even if I knew she wasn't going to answer me.
Furthermore, I picked up the glass containing the milkshake from the table, and tried to feed her with it. She shook her head in disagreement, and slapped the glass off.
"Zara?" I cried out again, and she turned her back at me covering herself up with the duvet and sobbing.
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