Anne did not utter any word when Alan spoke at length, but the look in her eyes showed how much anger and hatred she had for the man sitting in front of her.
"Ok, you're done. Since you're not using IVs anymore, so you have to eat," Alan said quietly as he straightened the IV line that was dripping with IV fluid after it was forcibly removed from Anne's hand.
After successfully tidying up the IV from the side of the bed, Alan then rushed to the table to get the food that the maid had previously brought. On a plate that was quite large, Alan got several types of dishes and rushed to Anne, who was already lying facing the window, her back was facing him.
Alan took a deep breath. He tried to be patient with Anne. Alan slowly placed the plate he had just filled with food on the nightstand and sat down by her side next to her shoulder which was not covered by the blanket. "Anne, get up... you have to eat, Anne," he said softly, patting her twice on the shoulder.
