When Walter Schmidt carried the tray into the bedroom, Emma Benson was still standing by the window.
The woman appeared petite; her stomach had been uncomfortable these past few days, making her seem even thinner.
He frowned, his dark eyes sinking with pain, holding the tray tightly in his hand as he walked over slowly.
"Come, eat something." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, leading her to sit down on the sofa and personally fed her.
Emma Benson didn't refuse, enjoying the man's service with a smile on her lips from beginning to end, seemingly in a good mood.
After finishing the meal, the woman didn't eat much, but at least she wouldn't go hungry anymore.
However, just five minutes later, Emma Benson clutched her stomach again, bending over, her small face contorted in discomfort.
"Is your stomach uncomfortable again?" Walter Schmidt pressed his hands gently against her stomach, massaging it lightly, his eyebrows tight.
