The food that the maid prepared was delicious, but I stopped eating after only taking a few bites. Irvin noticed that, and he was a little unsatisfied. Frowning, he pushed a dish right in front of me and said sternly, "Eat!"
I pursed my lips. I knew that he was doing it out of kindness, so I forced myself to eat a few more mouthfuls even though I couldn't eat anymore.
However, before I could swallow it, I felt nausea. I ran to the washroom and puked out everything, including the food that I had eaten before.
I bent over the sink, retching for quite some time. Irvin followed me into the washroom, and he questioned the maids who gathered in the living room, "What's in the food?"
They answered in a panic, "It's always like this for Miss Reid. She can only eat a little. If she at
