Interrupted by Arabella Donovan, Lillian Donovan's lips twitched. She calmed down a little and offered Willow Croft a gentle, faint smile. "Thank you for coming all this way. I didn't know you were stopping by. I just ate, so I'm not very hungry right now."
Willow Croft nodded good-naturedly. "Then remember to drink it later. This hen is from our relatives back home. It's home-raised, perfect for recovery. The more you drink, the faster you'll get better."
Lillian Donovan's feelings were complicated as she listened.
To this day, she still couldn't understand. 'How can someone's acting be so good? How can she watch her own lover dote on another woman without any psychological burden? She even helps him care for and curry favor with that other woman, all without a single complaint.'
Willow Croft was only there to curry favor and make her presence known. After putting the things down and asking a few more questions about Lillian Donovan's condition, she left.
