I stopped eating and glowered at him when he casually mentioned about the witch thing. “You’re spying on me!” I accused him.

“I warned you that the entire house is equipped with CCTV,” he replied

“Including my bedroom?”

“Yes, yours and the rest of the rooms here.” Omar replied without feeling guilty that he’s been checking on me through the cctv’s.

I thought that he could be blabbering nonsense to scare me but whatever his reason was for saying such a thing, it wouldn’t be enough to change my mind. “You can’t make me leave, Omar.” I told him.

“Should I be the one to leave, then?” He asked while...