Bert's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise when he saw her like that. He quickly stepped forward, carrying the breakfast he had just bought, and carefully set up the small tray on her hospital bed. Lilian smiled faintly and said thanks, then lowered her head to eat.
But as soon as she took a bite, a wave of intense disgust washed over her again, making it impossible to swallow anything.
Thinking of her parents, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to sip a few spoonfuls of porridge, but that was all she could manage. She pushed the bowl away, feeling awkward, and shook her head at Bert.
"I really… can't eat anymore…"
Bert didn't push her. He simply said,
"If you can't eat, it's fine. Eat when you feel like it."
Lilian nodded. While Bert was tidying up, she instinctively reached for her phone to check the time—but then realized it was switched off.
Yesterday, when Bert had driven her away, Morrison had called her.
She hadn't answered. She had chosen to turn it off.
