Chapter 4

Emily's room was downstairs. The entire floor was lined with private VIP suites, each featuring its own restroom, shower, and even a kitchen.

When Michael dragged me inside, Emily was sitting on the bed, her eyes red and swollen, her ankle puffed up. Her voice was soft. "I'm sorry, Charlotte. I was just being careless. Sorry if I messed up your rest."

She really stressed the word "rest," and right after, Michael let out a soft scoff by my ear.

"She's not even sick," he said.

"Michael, don't say that," Emily pouted.

Pretending I hadn't heard anything, I walked straight…