Felix nodded with a smile, then turned to Eleanor. "What do you feel like eating?"
His tone was warm and casual—like talking to a little sister.
"Uh, anything's fine. I'm not picky."
"Anything won't cut it."
Nancy started moving, trying to sit up.
Eleanor quickly reached out to steady her, adjusting her pillow so she could lean back comfortably.
"Just say what you want, don't hold back with me. Mealtime's a good chance to chat too."
"Eat, um..."
Eleanor hesitated for a long while before murmuring, "Dumplings sound good."
"Alright then."
Seeing her hesitate, Felix didn't press anymore and decided to just send someone to take care of it.
"Eleanor, what happened to your forehead? Who hit you? You can tell me—did someone mess with you at school?"
Nancy had
