"What?" Regan's gaze became sharper. "What are you feeling guilty about?"
Immediately, Hazel shook her head. Having no choice, she said, "I-I'm sorry... but I... can't get used to the nutrient soup you've ordered for me! When I was a child, I'll always vomit once I drink the soup; it's a behavior I can't control."
Her fingers were trembling in fear, but she could only bite the bullet and make such an excuse.
But what if... Regan didn't believe it?
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hearing this, Regan's pupils contracted and his other hand clenched tighter. "You should've told me that you'll feel sick after drinking the nutrient soup!"
In fact, Hazel wasn't good at lying. Whenever she lied, she would become so nervous that her fingers would tremble. However, such psychologi
