Brian hung up the phone with a sour expression.

“Dinner’s ready!” Rosalynn stepped out of the kitchen and carried the dishes to the dining room.

Brian’s gaze softened as he took his seat at the table.

Watching Rosalynn place the dishes one by one on the table made him happy. But…

“Ouch!” Brian Looked at his right arm and frowned.

“What’s wrong? Is your arm hurting?” Rosalynn asked with concern as she ladled soup for him.

my arm hurts so much I can’t even

point he couldn’t feed

So what?

glance, her eyes blinking. “Weren’t you fine while chopping potatoes earlier?” wanted to help you. I had to

you want me to feed

assumed

a loss for words. Considering he got hurt

would look after

had saved

stood up and took a

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