Chapter 110

SOPHIE WESLEY

The dining room was thick with silence, the sound of cutleries clinking against plates, and chewing.

Mr. Louie picked up a glass of water and drank from it.

“Are you enjoying the food, darling?” he set the glass down and placed a hand over mine on the table.

I nodded. “Yes, dad. It's delicious."

He smiled. “I asked the maids to make it to your taste. I was worried you wouldn't like it."

“Of course, dad. I love it."

He smiled and nodded.

I lowered my gaze and smiled slightly, but my heart stung as the thoughts of my supposed family flooded my mind.

If only...