Chapter 93

　　Alina's POV 　　As the car door closed, I quickly adjusted my emotions. Looking at Freddy, I asked curiously, "Why did you come here?" 　　Freddy twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to me. "I knew Betty was back. I didn’t want her bullying you." 　　"Do I look that weak?" I took the bottle and sipped. 　　"You only act strong in front of me," he said in a calm tone. 　　I glared at him. "I’m starving right now. I don’t have the energy to argue with you." 　　"Want to eat out?" he suggested. "What do you feel like eating?" 　　"Anything," I said, but then an idea popped into my head. "I want to eat my mom’s cooking." 　　"You want to go to your mom’s place?" he asked. 　　I glanced at his leg. "Forget it. There aren’t any accessible facilities in her building. It’d be difficult for you to get around." 　　"We can go get my cane first," he offered. 　　"If we’re going back, we might as well eat at your place. Why go all the way to my mom’s?" 　　"You said you wanted to eat your mom’s food." 　　"I was