Melissa ate another spoonful of that soup and then pushed herself away. "Not anymore," she said. "Beatrice, please."
The woman smiled at her and then placed the soup on the ground beside her, covering it. "Vengeance is a dish, best served cold," she said with a chuckle.
"But isn't that petty?" Melissa creased her brows. "You are supposed to be the elderly woman," she complained with an eye roll.
Beatrice nodded sarcastically. "I am the prettiest human being ever," she said with a grin.
Melissa shifted her weight and tried to climb out of the bed. Beatrice put the chair and soup away, then tried to support her but Melissa shook her head. "I am fine," she said. "My wounds healed, I am okay," she affirmed, placing her feet on the ground.
She felt a bit lightheaded as she did so, "I don
