Looking at the plate of vegetable salad in front of her, Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't seem too hard to swallow, but she wondered if it would taste as strange as the last time Chloe cooked for her.
"Thank you," Isabella said, offering Chloe a small smile. She sat down, picked up her fork, and bravely took a bite.
Thankfully, it tasted normal.
Chloe sat across from Isabella, watching her eat the salad, and asked, "How is it? Delicious?"
"Delicious," Isabella replied, though her heart was uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that Chloe was up to something.
Under Chloe's watchful gaze, Isabella nervously finished the salad. Once she used a napkin to wipe her mouth, Chloe leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Guess what, that salad was made with water from the toilet. Surprised you enjoyed it so much. Eat more next time."
Isabella heard Chloe's words and instantly felt her stomach churn. She glared at Chloe, wanting to say something, but her throat tightened, and she rushed into the bathroom to vomit.
It was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
Isabella vomited everything she had eaten tonight, along with whatever was still undigested from lunch. All that was left was bile. Her stomach cramped, making her feel miserable, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Miss Gould, are you okay?" Tony approached Isabella, concerned. He couldn't help but suspect that there was something wrong between them.
Just as Chloe had whispered something to Isabella, she started vomiting like crazy. What had Chloe said?
"I'm fine," Isabella said weakly. She washed her face, and in the mirror, she looked as pale as a ghost.
"You should go to the hospital," Tony remained worried about Isabella.
"I don't need to. I'm fine," Isabella said. "I'm just a little tired, and I want to rest."
Isabella retreated to her room, closing the door behind her. Tony frowned, still feeling uneasy.
He looked at Chloe and asked, "Miss Hurley, what did you say to Miss Gould just now?"
"I didn't say anything. I simply told her that if she liked this vegetable salad, I could make it for her every day," Chloe replied with a flirtatious wink. "I can't believe she vomited. Could it be because she didn't like it? I used to eat this every day when I was dieting."
Tony sensed that something wasn't quite right. After some thought, he decided to report the incident to Emanuele.
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