Trying to calm down, he said, “I understand. I'll be careful."

Hana was still angry.

"You go ahead and eat. Don't wait for me."

Forrest didn't give up. "Has the doctor advised you? You should eat light food. Ask the servants to prepare something special for you."

Then he opened the door and walked out, looking up at the dining room.

Laura sat alone, eating her food with a fork.

Her demeanor mirrored a lifeless machine.

Cold, indifferent.

She seemed to care about nothing.

Forrest approached and took a seat beside her. He served her more food, admonishing, “Eat up."

Laura continued her meal, yet ignored the stewed sparerib that Forrest placed on her plate!

She carried on eating other dishes as if she hadn't noticed it.

Forrest quietly glanced at her but said nothing.

After dinner, they went to their separate rooms.

Standing by the window, Forrest crossed his arms over his chest.

As Laura's caretaker, he was accustomed to obeying her every instruction, refraining from any unnecessary actions.

He had never disturbed her in her room before.

But now, things were different. He was afraid Laura might leave him.

After contemplating for a while, he thought that if he wanted her to stay with him for the long haul, he needed to give her a compelling reason to stay.

Maybe as a woman, if she were to have a child, she could potentially put aside her hatred for him and his mother, right?