Chapter 5

Rose was determined to lose weight.

At first, she just didn't eat rice at each meal.

Later, it evolved into not eating anything after noon each day.

She did visibly lose weight, but her originally rosy and healthy complexion also turned sallow.

But I thought this wasn't enough.

So I deliberately provoked her by buying posters of popular movie stars and bringing them home.

I would say in front of her: "Aunt Rose, look, why are these celebrities all so slim nowadays? Do they not eat or drink at all?"

Hearing this, Rose really stopped eating and drinking.

Half a year later, Rose was transformed, having developed a waistline.

I exaggeratedly exclaimed to the sallow and thin Rose: "Aunt Rose, did you secretly take diet pills? You're even more beautiful than movie stars!"

Rose became overconfident and intensified her dieting, almost to the point of fasting.

At one dinner, Rose only chewed a few lettuce leaves before saying she was full.

Robert asked: "Have you been feeling unwell lately?"

"No, I'm fine."

"You've lost so much weight, and your appetite is so poor. Are you sick?"

"You're the one who's sick!" Rose's face darkened, and she put down her chopsticks.

In the past, Rose wouldn't have dared to speak loudly to Robert.

Father looked at Rose in disbelief: "Have you gone mad?!"

"I said I'm full, I'm full. Why do you suspect I'm sick?"

Rose completely lost control of her emotions and started yelling.

Robert, after all, was the young master and had never been yelled at by a woman before. He raised his hand and slapped Rose.

Rose was stunned by the slap.

I really wanted to continue watching the show, but I heard George's car driving into the courtyard, so I had to quickly join the act.

"Father, Aunt Rose doesn't want to eat much because she's afraid of getting fat. Isn't it normal to want to look beautiful?"

I smiled, smoothing things over, and added a large bowl of rice to Rose's bowl, packing it down firmly.

"Aunt Rose, you're too thin. It's okay to eat a proper meal occasionally."

George walked into the dining room just in time to see this thoughtful and caring side of me.

"Grandpa, you're back so early? We thought you wouldn't be home for dinner tonight."

I enthusiastically welcomed Grandfather to the dining table.

"My sweet Fiona, Grandpa missed you, so I canceled my social engagements to come back and have dinner with you."

The family started eating again.

Rose stared at the rice hesitantly for a moment, then began shoveling it into her mouth like a starving dog.

During the meal, I chatted wittily, making Grandfather laugh heartily.

Rose, however, didn't seem to be feeling so well, as I heard her retching in the bathroom.

"Father, is Aunt Rose pregnant?" I mischievously winked.

"Is that so?" Robert got up and walked towards the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Rose kneeling by the toilet, using chopsticks to make herself vomit.

There was filth everywhere.

"Oh!" I covered my mouth dramatically.

"You crazy woman!"

Robert cursed in disgust and slammed the door shut.

Crazy woman.

Six years ago, people had talked about my mother the same way.

Now, it was Rose's turn.

Looking at the shocked and disheveled Rose, I fanned my nose:

"How disgusting."