Over the years, Frank's relentless work schedule had left him with a bad habit of skipping meals.
Coupled with his tendency to drink on an empty stomach during social events, it was no surprise he eventually developed stomach issues.
Sara noticed his pale face and the sweat beading on his forehead. Her expression turned serious as she stepped closer to him, gently wiping the sweat away. “What’s wrong?”
Frank shook his head, brushing it off as if it were nothing. “It’s just a stomachache. No big deal.”
'Stomachache?'
Sara frowned, piecing it together. 'Maybe it is because he didn’t eat tonight.'
The thought filled Sara with a pang of regret.
She had even doctored the wine with a laxative earlier. 'Thank God he didn’t drink it.'
“Why would you cook noodles for me if your stomach alre
