The tears in Shirley's eyes instantly disappeared and her eyes turned dark. This was not the outcome she had anticipated.
Of course, it wasn't. She had taken such a big step in finding the person that he had missed the most. But why was he still not satisfied?
She just wanted her husband, the person she loved, to live on. Was this too much to ask for?
No one could give her the answer she longed for, much like how no one could talk her into turning back.
Looking at Shirley's complexion, I assumed she hadn't been eating well. It must be difficult getting the mother and son to head to the nearest restaurant for a meal.
Hence, Hendrix ordered a few takeaways that would soon arrive.
Shirley could barely cheer herself up. Nonetheless, she still instructed her son to eat. "Eat up."
After saying so, she picked up her fork, and just like a mime, she remained motionless.
Sighing helplessly, I took up the bowl in front of me and scooped some soup into it as I said, "Everyone needs food to stay strong. If you break down now, who's going to take care of Irvin?"
Then, I placed the bowl in front of the child, and took his empty bowl, wanting to scoop some soup for him too. "Be a good boy and eat, alright? Once you are full, then you'll be able to take care of your mother."
Fortunately, the child did not inherit the stubbornness of his parents. Hence, after listening to my words and taking a glance at Shirley, he obediently grabbed his spoon and ate in silence.
As soon as he sat down, Hendrix brought his bowl over, filled it with soup and placed it in front of me.
I accepted it with a smile. Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Irvin's son eating. Hence, I couldn't help but glance over and ask, "What's your name, son?"
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