Ashley Grant ladled a bowl of congee and set it in front of her, her expression still sour. "You nearly died on the operating table. What makes you think you can eat rich food right now?"
After speaking, she sneered. "Just what you'd expect from a doctor. So tough, even when you're at death's door. You bounce back from this faster than anyone, making us look like we're overreacting."
"Miss Grant, please don't be angry, alright? It's my fault. All my fault. I shouldn't have ignored everyone's good intentions, and I shouldn't have been so careless with my own health. Seeing as I'm so sincerely admitting my mistake, please be lenient and just let me eat first, okay?"
Ashley Grant snorted but passed her the spoon.
The mood during the meal was surprisingly warm. Afterward, Ashley Grant briefly recounted the events of that day.
Annabelle Linton's expression was blank. She just gave a noncommittal "mm."
