He slowly placed the food in front of Yvonne Young.
With her hands on the table, Yvonne quietly watched Spencer Sullivan's actions. Just the two of them sitting together, having a peaceful breakfast, without any servants or mansions, just a small three-bedroom house and a dining table that could accommodate six people.
On the table were soy milk, porridge, and her favorite dumplings.
Spencer seemed like a loving, attentive husband, but this seemingly ordinary happiness wasn't hers, it belonged to her own younger sister.
After laying everything out, Spencer also sat down opposite her and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
Yvonne spoke coldly, "You don't have to do anything for me. I don't need it."
As she spoke, she picked up the items one by one and threw them into the trash bin under the table, her face expressionless.
"You..." Spencer stood up, his mood flickering for a moment, as he looked at Yvonne puzzled.
