Chapter 232 Is It Not Enough?

• Eileen was forcefully seated in the chair. Eric picked up the fork and took a bite of the food. "See? It's not drugged."
• Eileen couldn't understand his actions. Hasn't he been wishing for my death? Why, then, is he now concerned about my well-being? He took my snacks away, yet he served me food, something he never used to do before.
• She wasn't sure if it was because she had gone too long without eating, but she didn't have any appetite. Her stomach churned, and she felt nauseous.