Henrick cast Arielle a reassuring look before he regarded his own mother. “You’re unwell, Mom, and that’s why your appetite is poor. Regardless, you should at least try to have some…”
Through Henrick’s persuasion, Malorie managed to consume a few but completely lost her enthusiasm by the fourth piece. “Enough. I’m done eating.”
With a sigh, Henrick motioned for Arielle to leave with his hand, and the latter vocalized her acknowledgment before she turned to head out.
No one noticed the sly curl upon her lips. Of course it’s awful.
She had a reason to make it tasty while they were out in the countryside. Now that the situation did not call for it, why would she put in the effort at all?
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