I opened my eyes to find Jacob by my bedside, but Catherine was gone.
There was a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Mia, the doctor said you're not fully recovered yet. You shouldn't get so emotional."
I nodded faintly, not saying a word.
He pulled out his phone and fiddled with it for a while before looking up at me with a reproachful gaze.
"Why didn't you say you weren't feeling well earlier? Do you know how guilty Catherine feels now?"
The tenderness that used to be in his eyes was gone entirely, replaced by outright disdain.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Tears welled up in my eyes as I demanded sharply.
"Jacob, I'm the one who's sick!"
"I've already been pushed to this point because of you—do you even have a heart?"
"I told you I was allergic, but Catherine still forced me to eat it. What exactly was she trying to do?"
He didn't used to be like this.
Whenever I got hurt in the past, he would be so distressed that he would hug me in his arms.
"Mia, don't get hurt anymore. It breaks my heart."
But now, he's the one who's turned me into this.
Perhaps overwhelmed by shame and anger, he stood up abruptly.
"Mia, do I need to remind you that you're nothing more than a little pet my family supports?"