“You ought to eat more than that, Freira,” Arthur said, eyeing the bowl of soup that is placed on her tray.
He was seated on the chair beside her bed while Adam and Michael were by the set of couches across her, reading paperworks as if they had brought their jobs here so that they could monitor her closely. Their setup has been going on for days***** them handling their matters in the house rather than in the headquarters and in the process, keeping their attention to her.
She is not displeased about it since she feels more protected with their presence. Not that she doubts that the house is unsafe but more on because her thoughts are plaguing her. It is clear that she could not rest well without them and indeed, relying on them did not really do her any good before. Still, their effo
