That evening, when the maids brought in her meal, Ella's past self didn't need to taste it to know it had gone bad. The smell alone was enough for her to know what to expect.
'So, they found out he came to my room then.' A quiet sigh left her lips, then she picked up the spoon to eat. She didn't chew, and just swallowed, forcing each mouthful down as quickly as she could.
'I'm going to die soon anyway...' she muttered quietly. 'What's the point of worrying about getting sick?'
On the second day, her body began to react. Ella's past self was on the floor, trembling, her stomach twisting violently as waves of nausea hit her. When the maids reported it, Clara didn't look surprised.
She just ordered the maids to give her medicine. Knowing Emily had ordered for Ella to be served with spoiled food, Clara didn't retract the order, she just needed to keep Ella alive for a few more days.
