Becky became anxious when she heard that. Her face, full of hyaluronic acid, was instantly covered with worry. "How can she not eat? Bring the food out after warming up. I'll bring it to her."
The housekeeper couldn't wait for her to say that. These days, Kaliyah had been in an uncertain mood, smashing and hitting things from time to time. She was indeed afraid that she would be accidentally injured.
After carefully handing the tray to Becky, the housekeeper went to work on other things.
Becky walked upstairs to Kaliyah's bedroom and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
She took out the spare key to open the door, and the room was still dark inside.
"Kaliyah, it's Mom. I heard the housekeeper say you haven't eaten for dinner. I'm worried about you."
Kaliyah raised her head from the soft quilt, and it took her a long time to speak in a hoarse voice. "Put the meal down. I'll eat it later."