A day had passed since Michael didn't reply to that woman's message. It was already late at night.
The Instagram account of the two children were well maintained, with no messy content on their main pages, simple introductions, and few posts.
It was evident that the person managing their account didn't have much time. Michael clicked on one of the videos, and the smiling faces of the two children immediately appeared on his phone screen.
Seeing their smiles, Michael felt the irritation and frustration in his heart dissipate. He leaned against the edge of the bed, swiping his finger across the screen and watching quietly for a long time.
He grew calmer and calmer.
By the time John pushed the door open to find Michael, Michaels agitation had completely subsided, and his stomach felt slightly better after taking the medicine.
"Mr Hart, why are you awake?"
John quickly approached Michael.
"I thought you were resting."
"What do you want?"
"Well, I bought a sandwich from the restaurant downstairs. The owner made it specially for you after hearing about your condition. I smelled it and it's quite fragrant. Would you like some, Mr Hart?"
After finishing, John rubbed his hands together.
"After all, you took medicine, and you should eat something to fill your stomach....." However before John could finish speaking, Michael coldly rejected his suggestion.
"No need. Take it away.'
John didn't expect to be refused so quickly, but he didn't want to give up either.
"No Mr Hart. It's just that your stomach isn't good, and you can't keep skipping meals like this."
"Is that your concern?"
John wished it had nothing to do with him, but when Michael was in pain, who else would be busy worrying about him? and if Michael were to get seriously Ill, John would surely lose his job Where else could John find such a high paying job? Year end bonuses and salaries were generous. With this in mind, John planned to use a series of polite words to respond to Michael.
"Mr Hart, you're my boss and as your subordinate I should care about your health. If you're sick I will worry."
However, no matter how John expressed his concern, Michael seemed to ignore him. Seeing his indifferent attitude, John was incredibly worried and annoyed.
"Mr Hart, you already have a stomach problem. Even if you take medicine, not eating or drinking is not a solution, and even if the medicine is good ..."
"Get out."
"Mr Hart"
"Get out!"
Michael's expression was icy.
John stood there for a while, ultimately sighing and leaving the room.
Michael closed his eyes with a headache, but at this moment, a small tender voice echoed in his mind
"Mommy says we must eat well and on time to have a healthy body, so everyone must eat on time."
This was...the voice of that girl named Sylvia.
Michael didn't expect to think of the child's voice at this time. Was it hinting at something?
Even after taking the stomach medicine his stomach still ached.
Michael licked his lips and called out to John just before he left the bedroom.
"Wait"
John stopped and looked back at him , his head hung low.
"Yes Mr Hart."
"Being it in."
"Alright I will get it right away."
John left the room. He took the sandwich and hurried back to the bedroom, fearing that Michael might change his mind if he took too long.
It was better to have Michael eat something than nothing at all.
Michael stared at the sandwich,. not really having an appetite. He had never been particularly interested in food, which served only to satisfy hunger and sustain life for him. He'd always eaten little.
It was a woman who had been by his side who was more enthusiastic about food. Following her, his appetite grew a bit. After she left...
At this thought, Michael gaze darkened, and he pushed away any unnecessary thoughts.
He picked up the sandwich and forced himself to eat it.
After finishing the sandwich, Michael glanced at his phone again, thinking of the message that woman had sent during the day.
He looked at her message for a while and then slowly replied.
Lilian was busy with work tonight. After she finished, it was almost midnight. She was a bit hungry, but didn't feel like cooking, so she ate crackers to fill her stomach. After washing up, she checked on her two children, making sure they were asleep, and was about to go to bed herself.
But her phone vibrated.
Worried that it was work emergency, Lilian picked up her phone to check as she dried her hair. To her surprise it was a text message from a man named 'Michael'.
it had been a day, and he replied to her message in the middle of the night.
"What do you want to talk about?"