Her words hit me hard, a sharp sting spreading through my chest. I hadn’t shown her any attitude at all. It felt like my very existence at the table was enough to ruin everyone’s mood. Not wanting to cause more tension, I quietly got up and moved to the sofa.
Scott, as usual, ignored his mother’s sharp remarks. Instead, he followed me, crouching down in front of me, his eyes locking with mine.
"Nadia, what's wrong? Not feeling well?" he asked gently. "If you're not hungry, you don't have to eat. I'll get the maid to bring you some desserts later. Tell me if something's bothering you?"
I kept my gaze down, sulking, refusing to meet his eyes or say a word.
Jessica’s voice chimed in from the table. "Scott, please come back and eat. I'll stay here with Nadia," she said, smiling warmly. Then, with a sisterly tone, she added, "It's normal for her to have tantrums. Don't push her. I'll handle talking to her gently."
I glanced past Scott’s shoulder and saw Jessica rising from her chair.
‘I’m not a child. I’m Scott’s wife!’ I screamed inwardly.
Straightening up, I looked Scott in the eye and declared, “I want to attend tomorrow’s event.”
Scott froze, his surprise evident.