"I'll close the door for you. You go ahead!" Kris Cooper said, his large hand holding the door.
Vera Wave couldn't muster the energy to refute him, so she fled to the restroom, sat on the toilet, and began to consider her next move.
Fake an illness? That guy is so smart; he'd see through it instantly. Escape?
She quietly pulled the door open just a slit, only to see Kris Cooper standing by the fridge, flipping through one of her photo albums.
No way out! It's over. It looks like I'll just have to let him do as he pleases.
When she didn't come out for a while, Kris Cooper grew worried, walked over, and knocked on the restroom door.
"Vera, are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine."
Vera had no choice but to stand up and exit the restroom. She wasn't sure if she had eaten too much, but her stomach suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, and she subconsciously pressed her lower abdomen.
