When Irene got up the next day and washed, she found that her lips had some wound. She felt a little strange but did not think much more about it.
When she went downstairs for breakfast, she found that Edward, who had left early yesterday morning, was still sitting at the table reading the morning newspaper.
She was stunned for a moment, then pulled up a chair and sat down to eat breakfast, ignoring him. When she thought of how this man had been lukewarm to her for the past two days, she did not want to be snubbed and have her mood affected all day.
But she could not let her own child starve. She thought so in her heart, and then began to eat the breakfast which the servants had specially prepared.
Edward secretly looked at the little woman who was eating like a small animal at the tab
