"Feeling a bit better now?"
Maxwell Peary looked at Nia Mitchell, his eyes full of concern.
Nia Mitchell nodded and then took another sip of soup.
"It's not spicy anymore."
......
While the two of them were having a warm meal, at the Royal Bay Villa, Shirley Grant had just started making lunch.
"Mom, I want to eat the fruit salad you made."
Gerry Peary ran over with a building block in his hand.
"Fruit salad can't be a meal."
"Just make him a little bit."
Alan Morgan happened to come in and heard Shirley Grant's words, so he stood by his son's side to speak for him.
Shirley Grant sighed and looked at Alan Morgan with strong disapproval.
"He's at the age where he needs to eat properly."
Who eats fruit salad in the middle of the day?
"I'll make it for you in the afternoon."
Shirley Grant decisively concluded, said no more, and continued making lunch.
At that moment, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
Shirley Grant paused what she was doing.
