Kelsea sat at the table to have breakfast. In the past few days, she has been feeling terrible stomach pain. She thought it was the gastritis she had had since she was a child, which occasionally resurfaced. But the constant vomiting was making her think otherwise. She wasn't stupid; in fact, she was a very intelligent woman.
"Thank you very much," she said to the maid as he placed the plate on the table. In the past few days, she hadn't left her room, and Carter hadn't bothered to visit her, showing that he didn't care about her health at all. This hurt Kelsea deeply. She took the spoon and started eating a vegetable salad. It was the only thing she could eat lately without throwing up.
"Good morning," Carter said, sitting at the dining table. Kelsea slowly lifted her gaze. It was the f
