"What's this?" Anabel Wilton raised an eyebrow. "Miss Vera, you're not... willing to forgive me?"
"How could that be? The fault is originally entirely mine." Vera Wave glanced at the glass in front of her, gritted her teeth, and picked it up. "I really can't drink another after this one."
Having said that, she lifted her hand and emptied the liquor in the glass in one gulp, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Everyone continued eating and drinking. Vera raised her hand and rested it on her stomach.
She always got hungry quickly and hadn't brought any food. Initially, she was famished. But before she could eat a bite, she'd been made to drink, filling her empty stomach with cold liquor. The discomfort in her stomach was indescribable.
In a blink of an eye, the meat was grilled. Rowan Nichols took the initiative and put a few pieces on her plate. She tried one, chewed a bit, but she felt a bit sick to her stomach, so she had to put down her chopsticks.
