Chapter 109: False evidence?
"M-Me!" Ava stammered, holding the lunch box awkwardly as if it were a ticking time bomb.
"Who else?" Lilianna’s expression was laced with mock seriousness. "Do you see anyone else here who can do it? I would, but—" she sank into the nearby sofa with a theatrical sigh, "Chicken soup makes me nauseous these days."
Ava turned toward Dylan, her face set in a grim scowl. She slammed the lunch box onto the side table with a thud. "He is not that weak," she muttered, crossing her arms. "He can feed himself."
"Ugh, my head hurts," Dylan groaned dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. He leaned back against the pillows, closing his eyes as though he was in genuine pain.
Ava seethed in anger, her nostrils flaring. She could see right through him—he was obviously pretending.
"Ava don’t be shy," Lilianna teased. "I promise I won’t watch." She picked up a tabloid from the coffee table, holding it up high to block her view, though the sly grin on her face suggested she was enjoying every second of this.
Ava shot a glare at Dylan, who opened one eye to sneak a peek at her. His exaggerated act was infuriatingly transparent.
Ava exhaled sharply, her irritation barely held in check "Don’t overreact," she said in a hushed tone. "I can tell you’re faking it."
Dylan peeked at her again with a look of wounded innocence. "Heartless," he muttered. "I had an accident. Of course, my head hurts."