"What's there to talk about? It's just an appendicitis surgery, remove it and everything will be fine," Joseph Lancaster said indifferently.
"You, a thirty-year-old, and yet you don't know how to take care of yourself at all." Violet Zimmerman complained as she served the chicken soup.
Joseph Lancaster's gaze seemed glued to her, unwilling to leave for even a moment. Having just had surgery, he was not only physically weakened but emotionally fragile too.
Looking at Violet Zimmerman felt like finding a source of comfort.
Violet Zimmerman sat down beside Joseph Lancaster, holding the chicken soup, and scooped a spoonful to feed him.
"I made this chicken soup in a hurry, the timing might not be perfect, just drink some for now. I'll come by tonight to bring you dinner."
Fixing his gaze on Violet Zimmerman, Joseph Lancaster opened his mouth, drinking the chicken soup as a hint of happiness curved his lips, "It's delicious, the timing is just right."
