Chapter 4My sister wants to take my place.

Adrian didn’t return for several days.

Faye waited anxiously until 8 p.m., her favorite dishes laid out on the table.

I licked my lips at the sight.

It’s not that Adrian and I had no common ground—when it came to food, we had identical tastes.

Faye picked at some vegetables and a piece of meat before setting down her fork.

She was always strict about maintaining her figure. Her daily intake wouldn’t even match one of my meals.

Not only did she care about how food was prepared, she never ate after 6 p.m.

Grandma Dawson used to say, “If you can eat, it’s a blessing.” I never held back at mealtime.

Mrs. Collins made the best honey garlic chicken. I was practically drooling, and it hurt to think that Faye had no idea what she was missing.

Adrian paused, glancing at Faye. “You don’t like the food?”

Faye smiled sweetly. “I haven’t had much of an appetite lately.”

Adrian watched her for a long moment before replying, “The housekeeper said your appetite has been much better while I was away. Funny how it disappeared once I got home.”

Faye quickly shook her head. “I’ve been feeling a bit off—probably from the heat.”

Adrian looked down for a second before replying, “Lightheadedness, lack of appetite… we’ll have you checked out tomorrow.”

Faye instinctively wanted to refuse, but in the end, she smiled and agreed.

She probably figured that as long as it wasn’t a plastic surgeon, she had nothing to worry about.

After all, only three people knew what really happened to me.