Inside the thermos flask a pot of ginseng chicken soup she had gotten up before dawn to make herself.
"Have you eaten? I brought… soup the housekeeper made. It should taste pretty good."
"Thank you. I'm not hungry."
Nick answered softly.
Khloe had only just begun to unscrew the thermos when she paused awkwardly halfway through.
The air seemed to freeze.
For a long while, neither of them spoke again.
It was as if Nick had nothing left to say to her.
No reproach. No questions. Nothing at all.
Khloe pressed her lips into a faint smile.
This was exactly Nick's way—clean, decisive. Once he decided to end something, there was no hesitation, not even a trace.
"Then… I'll be going. Take care of yourself."
She looked at him one last time.
"Mm. You too. Take care of the baby. Your health comes first—don't overwork yourself."
His voice was gentle.
But this time, he didn't look at her. He only idly rubbed his fingers together.
Khloe noticed—the wedding ring on his ring finger was gone.
A surge of emotion crashed over her. Her eyes reddened instantly, and she turned away at once.
The moment she opened the door, Lenny and the Hunt family were all there.
Her flushed eyes didn't escape anyone's notice.
Loretta and Arista, in particular, watched her closely.
But Khloe was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold herself together any longer. She gave a hurried nod in greeting, then quickly walked away.

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