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    “Alright.”


    Rachel handed her the food box, her expression softening.


    “You need to eat more. You’ve lost weight.”


    It was true. During her time under house arrest, Natalia had been so caught up in her shes with her father, resorting to hunger strikes to get her way, that all she managed to do was starve herself thinner. In retaliation, her father had reced every meal with in, vorless dishes.


    Each meal was the same—just a handful of nd dishes, never changing.


    Her father had warned, “If you insist on being with him, you’d better get used to this. This is all he can provide. Since you’re so eager to struggle, I’ll make sure you get your wish.”


    As soon as Natalia opened the food box, a rich, mouthwatering aroma wafted out.


    “Wow, this smells incredible!”


    Brian, still lying in bed, kept sneaking nces at the food. “What did she make?”


    “All my favorites. By the way, Brian, do you want some?”


    Brian eyed her warily. “Are you really offering out of kindness?”


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    “How could you doubt me like that? But… I happened to see a ne I liked. I heard it’s nearly impossible to get. Brian, you have connections—think you can make it happen?”


    “Send me the details.”


    Natalia grinned. “I already sent it to Ronald. You just need to pay!”


    Brian fell silent.


    In the end, for the sake of the ne, Natalia shared the food with him.


    Rachel had just reached the door when she overheard Alban’s concerned voice. “Mr. Vance, maybe I should get you a stic spoon. It’s lighter than the heavy one.”


    An refused. “No, I’ll use this one.”


    He didn’t want Rachel to witness his struggle—or worse, pity him.


    “But—” Alban hesitated.


    An gripped the spoon, but on his first attempt, it slipped from his fingers, ttering onto the floor. Undeterred, he picked it up again.


    Rachel stood outside, holding her breath.


    In that moment, she realized An’s condition might be worse than she had thought.


    Only when he finally managed to spear a bite of food did she step inside, her expression bright and casual.


    “Rachel,e eat with us.” An gestured toward the empty seat.


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