“Alright.

Bryson’s tone softened as he spoke into the phone.

“I have to go to a meeting now.

Don’t forget to eat the porridge.

“Okay… Thank you, Mr.

Mitchell…”

Once she hung up, Hannah sat dazed on her bed, phone in hand.

Why had Bryson sent her porridge out of the blue?

Shortly after ending the call, the doorbell chimed its arrival.

Hannah hastened to greet her visitor.

a warm grin and

Restaurant to get this freshly

for your skin and

Bamer Restaurant specialized in porridge

and people started lining up an

guard, Hannah said, “Um…

hand, the chauffeur gave her the insulated container and smiled, “I’m just doing my job,

insisted that you eat it while

“Thank you.

the lid of the insulated

porridge and a thick bamboo tube

with the scent of the bamboo, and the congee was impeccably cooked, free from any

dishes, equally

porridge and other dishes on the table but found

alcohol from the previous night still lingered

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her chair, Hannah scrolled

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