Chapter 1497
After a moment of silence in the room, the young girl climbed back in through the window, bringing many more things to eat.
"Big brother, the butler uncle said you didn't have breakfast."
She dumped everything onto the table for him to eat.
Milton White's face wasn't particularly bad, just very indifferent, his eyes not even looking at the pile of food. His gaze seemed to flash past Chloe Collins's face, the image of her as a thirteen-year-old, still with a hint of childlike innocence, who would laugh at him, play with him, and sweetly call him "Senior".
But now...
A sandwich was presented to him, drawing back his gaze.
"Big brother, eat a bit. If you don't eat, you'll have no strength," the young girl earnestly said.
The sandwich seemed to have turned into a juicy persimmon. It was as if a voice was whispering in his ear, "Senior, I just picked this. Hurry up and eat it. Once you finish, your wound will heal faster."
He took the sandwich and took a bite.
