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    “Whatever,” Brenna said dismissively, brushing past her.


    Uncertain of Ethan’s food preferences despite Elsa’s vague suggestions of mild, non-spicy dishes, Minna discreetly tailed Brenna.


    The area around Shirie Hospital was lined with eateries for every budget, catering to the needs of patients and visitors.


    Brenna entered a high-end restaurant, nearly empty at that hour. At the counter, she reviewed the menu. “I’ll take boiled shrimp, a sd, and pork ribs to go.”


    “That’s five hundred and seventy-eight dors,” said the owner, a man in his thirties with a friendly smile. “Is the food for a patient? Any dietary restrictions?”


    Brenna considered briefly. “No chili in the ribs.”


    She paid swiftly and took a seat to wait, texting to check on Tommy’s condition.


    Spotting Brenna absorbed in her phone, Minna approached the counter. “I want exactly what she just ordered,” she said, reasoning that even if Ethan rejected her food, she could share it with Elsa. Her n was to linger near Ethan and Brenna, determined to disturb their moment.


    The owner nced at Minna, puzzled by her request. He then turned to look at Brenna, who was engrossed in her phone, typing quickly with a subtle smile, not paying attention to the counter. Assuming the two women weren’t acquainted, he spoke in a normal tone, not lowering his voice. “Alright, she ordered boiled shrimp, a sd, and pork ribs, totaling five hundred and seventy-eight dors.”


    “That’s quite expensive,” Minna mumbled.


    Regret washed over her. Unlike Brenna, she hadn’te from a wealthy family.


    During her days in the performance troupe, she had earned a modest two to three thousand dors monthly, and her discharge bonus had gone to her parents to help buy her brother a house for his marriage.


    Her savings were meager. Now, newly employed at the Mitchell Group with limited education and experience, her six-thousand-dor monthly sry made the meal’s cost a bitter expense. She wished she had chosen a more affordable eatery.


    The owner noticed Minna’s hesitation, observing her decent but less refined attirepared to Brenna’s.


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    “Miss, do you still want to order that?” he asked.


    “Yes,” Minna replied, swiping her card with a pang of reluctance.


    While awaiting her order, Minna deliberately sat across from Brenna.


    Soon, Brenna’s food was ready. She then purchased several bottles of water, each priced over ten dors.


    Minna, catching the price, was stunned. She typically bought water for a fraction of that.


    “I consulted my assistant, who mentioned that the cuisine at this eatery is delightful and affordably priced. You should give it a try.”


    As Brenna stepped into the hospital ward and spoke to Ethan, she noticed Elsa was not in the room.


    She neatly arranged the tes on the small table, nced toward the door, and asked, “Where’s your mother?”


    Ethan gave a resigned shrug. “She’s anxious about my health and stepped out to speak with the doctor. If the treatment here can’t fully heal me or if it will leave scars, she’s prepared to arrange treatment overseas.”


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