"Sir, your brother is waiting for you in the lobby. Should I allow him into your apartment?" The receptionist at the entrance of Nolan's house asked over the intercom.
"Brother? Why would you stop Drake? He has a key." Nolan looked at Elise, who was throwing a tantrum over a meal. She can hardly eat anything these days. Everything was too smelly, bland, spicy, raw, overcooked, sweet, or salty. It had become a tedious task for Nolan to feed her despite all the wealth he had. Their little angel was demanding.
"Is it Drake?" Elise pouted, looking at the fridge. The only thing she wanted to eat was ice cream. But she was too afraid to get fat by eating something unhealthy. Nolan had brought her some gluten-free, sugar-free ice cream. But it tasted like vomit to her.
"I think so," Nolan fol
