Chapter 4

The next morning, I woke up.

When I came downstairs, the dining room was already packed.

"Rachel, come here and have breakfast. I even warmed up some milk just for you," Emily called out, waving at me with a sweet smile.

She wore a long dress, looking fragile, innocent, and delicate.

I gave her a cold glance. "I don't need it."

"Rachel, is it because of what happened yesterday? Are you still not going to forgive me?" Emily blinked, trying to look pitiful.

Her thin frame trembled, making her look even more aggrieved. "I-I'm sorry, okay? Please don't be mad..."