Mika Summers fell silent, her whole body going limp as she collapsed onto the bed.
The man glanced at her, his voice slow and frigid. "If you still want to die, I'll have someone escort you out. Then, even if you're hit by a car and killed, it will have nothing to do with me. But if you want to live, then eat. Only a full stomach will give you the strength to leave this place."
Watching the man leave the room and the maids close the door behind him, Mika Summers's facade of strength completely crumbled. She buried her face in her hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
She cried for a long, long time before finally lifting her head. Her gaze fell on the bowl and chopsticks on the table. Wiping away her tears, she threw back the covers and dragged her heavy body over to the table. She picked up the utensils and began to shove food into her mouth, tears streaming down her face with every bite.
'From now on, I will live. I will live on...'
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