Chapter 166
Akira's POV
After great-grandfather fixed the necklace on my neck, he said it was time for us to join the banquet, I hadn't seen Mother but he told me that they were already in the banquet.
Great grandfather and I had a little conversation before we finally arrived at the hall where the banquet was held, mother and Roe had already joined us and a lot of pictures were being taken. We could hear the sound of cameras clicking now and then. Great-grandfather informed me that since the information was sent out, the news of my existence wasn't a new thing and that everyone was curious to meet the Shan heiress.
I am happy that I was finally having the family I dreamt of all my life but I was sad, I wish Wolfie was here as well, I wanted to see him, just a glimpse of him, even if it's for the last time but I know he wouldn't come, he must be busy with his new mate, Katerina. I remember today was their union and it breaks my heart that he was picking Katerina over me. The name tasted sour and bitter on my lips.
"Attention everyone, I would like you all to join me and welcome Gramps Shan, the head of Shan's group, together with his lost heiress, Nadine Shan..." A loud voice echoed around us as I stood before a massive and beautiful gold double door. I felt nervous, and I shut my eyes, 'Akira breathe, this is not a death sentence.'
I murmured to myself, it's like Grandpa knew the internal turmoil I was going through, his hand tapped on my grip that was tightened against him, giving me a reassuring smile before the huge door pulled open and the scent of alcohol and those pastries invaded my nostrils, my stomach twisted in knots. Despite the beautiful decorations in front of me, I couldn't appreciate them because I was feeling nauseous.
I feel like I want to throw up but I know I can't do that now.
With all eyes on me and Gramps, including Roe and Mother, we walked to the table arranged for me and the others.
I was going berserk inwardly as I struggled to fight the urge to empty my intestines. I have no idea, why I was suddenly feeling sick, inhaling all these mixed scents and perfumes. "Are you okay?" Roe murmured beside me and I gave him a slight nod biting my lower lips.
I have no damn idea how we finally get to our table but I knew my legs were moving but my inside was closing.
I stood beside Gramps as he introduced me and offered a toast with a red wine, then Mother ended up giving a brief history of my existence and when the reporters demanded to know my dad, that was when I remembered that since the last time, I was attacked, father had gone missing and I have heard a word from him. I was going to look for a way to get to Father after this banquet. I didn't even get the answer Mother gave, I just gave a warm smile to the audience that was smiling and bowing at me.
I have no idea what they think I am but I couldn't deliberate on that, I was fighting the urge not to throw up here and end up embarrassing myself.
Gramps and mother had said a lot of words that I didn't even get any of the conversation, I was still having my inner battle when I heard Roe's voice beside me, "You should sit." He mouthed pulling a chair for me, it was after I sat down that the audience did and I could hear comments from different angles, talking about the resemblance between my mother and me.
The head table was elevated, so I could see everyone in the crowd, my eyes moved around the hall searching for that someone that my heart longed for, but he wasn't there my gaze fell on Casper that just walked into the hall, having that smug grin as he stared at me with admiration. I force a smile knowing that he wasn't the one, I wanted to see.
The room was filled with elite and prestigious and popular celebrities businessmen and women. And to think that I was the center of attention. But my attention was not on another but on the turmoil within me. Staying in my seat and having these meals that are making me feel nauseous was becoming too fucking harder for me.
I need to get out of here, staying one more minute here, will mean embarrassment for me.
"Gramps, can I excuse myself? I need to go to the restroom."
"Can it not wait, we will leave soon."
"No, I can't, I am sorry, I forgot, I would have done that before leaving."
"Fine, you should go with..."
"Grandpa, don't worry the guards, I will go with her." He just nodded to Roe in approval. Roe helped me out of my seat and guided me out of the hall, I saw how every eye followed me but that was not my concern, probably, it was the way I was tugging Roe with me because he was walking too slow. "Akira..." Roe couldn't help but be worried about me as we took the next two turns almost too fast and the female's Private room came in few.
I barely made it before I shoved the stall door open and collapsed to my knees, heaving as the nausea overtook me. My stomach twisted violently, and a second later, I emptied its contents into the toilet. If I had stayed a little longer there, I would have embarrassed myself in front of that crowd.
Behind me, Roe stood frozen just outside the stall, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression caught between concern and discomfort. “Are you, good?” he asked, though he knew the answer was obvious.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, gripping the sides of the toilet bowl as another wave of sickness rolled through me. “Do I look good?” I croaked, my voice hoarse.
Roe exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not really, no.” He leaned against the doorframe, watching me with a mixture of sympathy and anxiousness. His eyes were saying something I couldn't make up, “I have been watching, since last night when you said the food smelled awful and you didn't want Mother anywhere near you because you think her cologne is bad and now you are throwing up, looking so pale."
"I guess is something I ate."
"You sure it’s just something you ate?”
I let out a dry, humorless laugh before resting my forehead against my arm because I am sure, I didn't eat anything all morning. My body felt weak and drained. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just—I feel like crap.”
Roe sighed. “Well, no offense, but you look like crap too.”
I turned my head just enough to glare at him. “Gosh, you are worse than the devil.”
He held up his hands. “I’m just saying. Maybe you should see a doctor.”
I closed my eyes, taking a slow, shaky breath. The thought of moving, or standing, felt impossible right now. “I just need a minute.”
Roe hesitated, then pulled a handful of paper towels from the dispenser. He walked over and placed them beside me on the floor. “Are you pregnant?” Roe said it, and it echoed loud in my ear while my heart palpitations increase. "who is the fucking Father?"
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