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After the success of his latest business deal, Liam came home early for a change.
Nina had a dinner spread already prepared, rushing over to help him with his coat.
“I had the kitchen make your favorite chicken soup today, with ginger and astragalus, just the way you like it.”
Whether he liked it or not, I was never sure.
I always suspected he used it to torment me.
Regardless of whether he was home or not, he’d have the kitchen prepare all sorts of herbal broths, but he and I both preferred spicy, flavorful food.
It was like he wanted to indulge in junk food and still stay healthy at the same time.
I chalked it up to him wanting the best of both worlds–dragging me along
with him.
After all, who said you had to choose?
Liam glanced at the table, and his expression darkened. “Where did the shrimp come from?”
Nina smiled. “My mom had some fresh shrimp flown in today. They were still alive when they arrived!”
Thu, Oct 31
Just seeing the shrimp made my arm itch.
At my first dinner in the Hawthorne house, they’d served shrimp without
me realizing it.
I didn’t recognize it until my hands broke out in a rash afterward.
But being the daughter that my parents had essentially “given away,” and
knowing Liam’s reputation, I didn’t say anything.
Thankfully, I never saw shrimp on the table again after that.
Liam’s face turned ice–cold as he stared at Nina. “Who are you?”
Nina blinked in shock, forcing a smile. “Liam, what’s wrong? I’m Sarah
Dawson.”
Liam’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “And you don’t know that Sarah
Dawson is allergic to shrimp?”
Nina froze for a moment but quickly recovered. “I’m not allergic! You must
be mistaken, Liam.”
It wasn’t surprising that Nina didn’t know about my allergy.
On the first day they brought me home, nearly all the dishes were her
favorite seafood.
My mom had even served me two shrimp herself–a moment I’d always dreamed of.
So I said nothing, quietly eating them.
20:34 Thu Oct 31
Thu Oct 31 QUO
Inankruнy, I dont have a severe reaction, just a milo rasn, and no one
noticed.
Q A
This seemingly insignificant detail became the turning point that would expose Nina’s true identity.
Liam grabbed her by the throat, his eyes filled with rage. “Tell me! Where is Sarah Dawson?!”
Nina struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand, desperately insisting that
she was me.
Of course, with a crime like murder on her hands, there was no way she’d admit to anything until she had no other choice.
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