Chapter 527


    But then, out of the blue Rose, who had been quietly sitting by, suddenly couldn’t hold back her


    nausea and started to dry heave.


    She hurriedly put down her fork and immediately got up from her seat


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    Chloe quickly got up as well, ‘Rosel What’s up with you?”


    Rose waved her off and felt another wave of nausea. She closed her eyes, dry heaved a couple


    more times, and quickly turned to leave the room.


    Chloe followed right behind.


    The other four in the room, except for a calm Damon, looked at each other. They were freaked out


    by the scene.


    Rose’s sudden physical reaction got everyone thinking. No one would think it was food poisoning.


    Even if it was food poisoning, it would take some time for symptoms to appear! They didn’t eat


    poison; how could they react so fast? Unless, the toxins had been lurking in the body for a while.


    In the bathroom, Rose leaned over the sink, clutching her chest. She kept dry heaving until she


    threw up everything she had eaten.


    Chloe was by her side, her face stern.


    When Rose had pretty much emptied her stomach and was drained, she turned on the tap with


    trembling hands. She then rinsed her mouth, and leaned heavily on the sink, catching her breath.


    Chloe looked at her trembling body and pale face; her face got even more serious. She didn’t


    speak, just waited quietly for Rose to regain her strength and calm down.


    A few minutester, Rose finally took a deep breath.


    “Feeling better?” Chloe looked at Rose’s pale and haggard face in the mirror and said coldly, her


    expression unreadable.


    Rose nodded, “Much better.”


    Chloe frowned and grabbed Rose’s hand, leading her out of the bathroom.


    “Chloe? What are you up to?” Rose asked.


    “To the hospital!” Chloe said.


    Rose froze in ce, not following Chloe anymore.


    “I just have a stomachache; I’m not going to the hospital!” Rose said.


    Chloe turned to look at her, her gaze deep and sharp, “Stomachache? So did you take any


    medicine?”


    Rose’s face changed; she turned her head, and didn’t answer.


    “I remember the third day of every month is your period.” Chloe said.


    Rose’s hand clenched into a fist, still not speaking.


    Seeing her like this, Chloe took a deep breath, “No period, always saying you’re sick but refusing to


    take medicine. Rose, what are you thinking, do you think you can hide it from me?”


    Rose bit her lip, turned her head, and finally showed a hint of vulnerability on her determined face,


    “Chloe.”


    Rose had always been strong, but her vulnerability and helplessness now made Chloe’s heart


    ache.


    Facing such a dilemma, she was shouldering it all alone, with no future in sight and no way out.


    A person who was used to being strong and independent might not find it difficult to do things that


    were very difficult for ordinary people. The true difficulty lied in those even harder things.


    The same went for feelings, or perhaps it could be said that a person’s external strength and inner


    vulnerability were not directly rted.


    Even a little emotional hurt could be the deadliest blow to them.