Chapter 51
Sophie's POV
It had been three long days since I was sent out of Julian's house. The weight of my weakness bore down on me, and I couldn’t bring myself to return. Each time I thought about it, a wave of nausea washed over me. The drug that had spiked my juice lingered in my system, leaving me wondering what it was and why it affected me so deeply.
"Soph, try eating, nah," Isabella said, her concern evident as she watched me pick on my food.
"I’m trying, but I just don’t have an appetite," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You look frail. Julian won’t be happy if he sees what you’ve become in just three days," she pointed out, her eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and frustration.
Julian's name sent shivers down my spine. I missed him more than I cared to admit.
