Madeline immediately slipped into the role of the dutiful daughter; her voice warmed with concern.
âMom, are you feeling alright? I noticed you looked a little pale during dinner. Do you think we should call the doctor? Dad, isnât Mom a little pale?â
Francis nodded in agreement. âIf youâre not feeling well, we should definitely get a doctor to check on you.â
Imogen forced a smile, downplaying her discomfort. âOh, itâs nothing serious. I just dropped my spoon, thatâs all. But with the weather turning chilly, you all should make sure to bundle up. Donât catch a cold, okay? As long as our family is healthy and happy, I couldnât ask for anything more.â
Regina kept her head down, silently nibbling on a chicken wing-the part of the bird nobody else cared for. But every time Regina came home, Emma would make it, especially for her. It was clear that the mention of Domingo struck a nerve with Imogen.
âImogen, oh Imogen, your true colors are showing through,â Regina thought to herself.
âMom, I know you worry about us, but youâve got to take care of yourself too,â Madeline chimed in, biting her lip in exaggerated concern, though Imogen secretly wished she would just zip it.
âEnough already. Iâm a grown woman. Donât you think I know my own body?â Imogen retorted, exasperated.
Madeline was taken aback, not understanding why her attempt to show concern was met with such impatience.
âOh, Mom, just remember to tell us if youâre feeling unwell,â Madeline persisted.
Imogen, fighting her irritation, had to just bear with it. Since Madeline had spoken up, Francis turned his attention to Regina, âWho were you asking me about just now? The name sounds familiar.â
âOh, thatâs Domingo. Iâm working on a case thatâs linked to him, so I thought Iâd ask if anyone in the family knew him. But itâs probably for the best that you donât. Heâs caused a lot of families to lose their homes. Heâll get whatâs coming to him soon enough,â Regina said with a hint of determination.
Francis expressed his distaste with a nod. âSuch a scoundrel; how could we possibly know him? Itâs good that youâre investigating. People like him deserve to be punished severely through the legal system!â
Imogenâs face turned ashen. Unable to bear the weight of the conversation, she excused herself from the table early.
Regina called after her with feigned concern, âAre you sure youâre okay? If youâre not feeling well, we should get a doctor.â
Madeline watched her with a skeptical eye, wondering what Regina was really up to.
âDonât worry, sis. If Mom needs anything, Iâll take care of her as her daughter should. Dad, Iâve had enough to eat too. Iâm going to check on Mom.â
Francis nodded. âTake good care of your mother and call the doctor if itâs necessary.â
âI will.â
When Madeline knocked and entered Imogenâs room, she found her mother sitting in the corner of the bed, arms wrapped around herself, lost in thought.
âMom, what happened at the dinner table? You looked like you saw a ghost as soon as Regina started talking. Are you afraid of her or something?â
Imogen frowned deeply, her disappointment in her daughter evident. âWhen will you learn to read the room? I gave you a signal to stop bringing up my health, and you just had to keep going, making Francis ask about it, too. Iâm fine, really. What could possibly be wrong?â