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.

I can’t even feed myself.” Brian looked at

hurt to the point he couldn’t feed

So what?

fine while chopping potatoes earlier?” wanted to

want me to

Brian assumed as

loss for words. Considering he got hurt because of her,

would look after

had

stood up and took a

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