Chapter 22: Sign her up for Oscars
Risa felt a sharp pain in her stomach that spreads slowly to every nerve in her body. The pain was so intense that she curled up cuddling her stomach. Throwing the scene into frenzy. Slowly, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her lips quivering and limbs were numb. "It hurts! It hurts!!", she croaked but felt a burning sensation in her throat.
At this time, the maids were already arranging lunch in the dining room. Clara hurriedly ran to Risa who was in so much pain that she is trembling all over. Jessica stood up from her seat, the same time Clara rushed over. A subtle smirk played on Jessica’s lips noticed by no one else in the room aside Davis.
Davis looked at the her with amusement. "It seems this bride of mine isn’t simple but then what did she do exactly?" He mused within himself but —how she had collected the tray from the maids, her serving him first as well as the position she had taken the drink from. "It seems ...", he muttered not daring to believe the realization dawning on him.
With a worry stricken face, she hurried over to Risa who is already shouting at the top of her voice. "Sister, what’s wrong? Where are you hurting? Have you been sick before? Why the sudden pain?" She rattled with concern and worry laced in every word she uttered.
Immediately Risa saw her, her emotion became unstable as she recalled this is supposed to be Davis predicament an not hers. She had planned this well but how come she is the one in pain while Davis sat on his wheelchair nonchalantly watching her in pain.
She glared at him before she turned abruptly to face Jessica. "Jessica, this must be your fault because you are the one that gave me the drink", she shouted.
Jessica flinched at her words, she clasped her hands fidgeting shaking her head in denial her head lowered. Her voice grieved "No, no sister I didn’t do anything. I shared the drinks from the maid", she said anxiously glancing at their faces that were mocking her.
Clara glanced between the duo, a frown settling on face. She suspected this was Risa’s plan that backfired on her. "Risa, don’t say such thing. Your sister isn’t that evil", she chastised glaring at Jessica. She wouldn’t let Risa’s good girl image be destroyed by this country girl.
Jessica pouted her lips as though wronged. She is here to give them back in their own coins. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of taunting and plotting against her as before. She rushed to Risa grabbing her hands anxiously as her tears fell in torrents. "Sister.... Sister, you know I couldn’t have ...have.. done something so outrageous. It must have been the maid." She stammered with a cautious and fearful glance.