“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.

Bryson’s chauffeur, wearing a warm grin and holding a large,

at Bamer Restaurant to get this freshly

good for your skin

specialized in

in the mornings, and people started

off guard, Hannah

the chauffeur gave her the insulated container and smiled, “I’m just

boss insisted that you eat

“Thank you.

the lid of the

container were a small jar of porridge and a thick bamboo tube filled with plain

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

equally refined, completed

arranged the porridge and other dishes on the

from the previous night still lingered in her stomach, causing

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