5 

When Gemma saw Hector coming out, her 

expression immediately changed. She gently 

said, “Today, I made creamy shrimp stew, 

which you like, and also roast pork rib.” 

Hector nodded slightly and sat down, “Thank 

you, but you don’t have to do that. Let the 

maids make meals.” 

I was also pulled over to the table. I sat down 

while trembling, but I was very conscious and 

sat in the farthest position from Hector. 

Gemma smiled insincerely, “Jenna, you liked 

to stick to Hector before, right? You always 

sat on the seat nearest to him. 

I instantly raised my hand, with a humble 

attitude, “Mr. Weston belongs to you, Ms. 

Madsen. Only you can sit next to Mr. Weston. 

I am not worthy!” 

Hector’s forehead veins bulged with anger, 

“You… How dare you…” 

I was really confused. I didn’t know why 

Hector got angry. 

Didn’t he always feel annoyed when I stuck to 

him? 

In the past, when I stuck to him, he always 

frowned. He called me shameless and clingy. 

Now, I didn’t bother him any longer. I even 

helped him get close to the woman he loved. 

Shouldn’t he feel happy? 

Gemma’s eyes flashed a hint of anger, 

“Hector, don’t always be so harsh on Jenna.” 

Then she gave each of us a piece of rib. 

“Try out my cooking,” Gemma said gently 

with a smile. 

Looking at the greasy pork rib on my plate, I 

felt nauseous and almost vomited. 

I had a stomach problem after spending such 

a long time in the mental hospital. 

A plate of cold vegetable soup and half a 

leftover bun were my meals for the day. 

The director laughed sarcastically, “You 

despicable woman, you are worse than pigs 

and dogs. It’s already generous of me not to 

let you starve to death.” 

Every day, with only such a small amount of 

cold food, I often found myself hungry to the 

point where my stomach acid would rise. 

Some terrible patients even used their feet to 

step on my only food, kicked over my soup, 

and urinated on my food. 

So, I would often stay hungry for the whole 

day. 

And now, my stomach was no longer able to 

digest food properly. 

“Eat.” Gemma stared at me intently. 

Her eyes were filled with a strong threat. She 

seemed to say that if I didn’t have the rib, she 

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would again send me to the mental hospital. 

Hector squinted and silently urged me with a 

dangerous expression. 

He must have thought that I was targeting 

Gemma. 

I endured the nausea and struggled to slice 

the meat off the rib and took a bite. 

After I swallowed the meat, I felt nauseated. 

I covered my mouth and quickly ran to the 

bathroom to vomit. 

“Ugh.” I only felt better when my stomach 

was empty. 

Due to discomfort in the stomach, tears 

welled up in the corners of my eyes. 

I didn’t know when Hector came in. 

“What on earth… happened to you?” 

Rarely, I felt anxiety and panic in his voice. 

“I…” 

I was just about to say something when I 

heard the sound of a plate breaking in the 

kitchen. 

I also heard Gemma’s exclamation, “Hector!” 

I watched quietly as Hector hurriedly ran out. 

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