The trio who just barged into my room was baffled.
The middle-aged man came to his senses first. He looked at me in annoyance and said impatiently, "Rachel Fleming, what the hell is going on? Stop playing dumb."
He approached and reached his hand out to me. I frantically swatted my hand away and yelled, "I really don't know who you are!"
I cowered in fear, looking at the faces of the strangers glowering at me. I was so terrified I wanted to hide.
The middle-aged woman noticed the confusion in my gaze. She was so stunned she could not speak.
As the middle-aged couple tried to pull me out of bed, the young man, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Mr. and Mrs. Fleming, why don't you head out first? Let me talk to Rachel."
The couple looked at him before leaving the room in confusion.
The young man pulled a chair next to my bed and took a seat. He then picked up an apple by the nightstand and peeled it. "Rachel, I know you're pretending. This won't solve anything. Stop with this a
