Grace Harvey's body shuddered slightly, and then with red-rimmed eyes, she sat down next to the table. She reached for the chopsticks and picked up the beef closest to her, stuffing it into her mouth without even chewing a few times before shoving another bite in as if her life depended on it.
Seeing the young girl looking so scared, Finn Lewis wished he could slap himself. He had forgotten that this was not the modern era. In this time, people like Grace were facing individuals like Moore Tims across the table, who could dictate life and death over them. Forcing her was practically no different from sending her to her death.
Although she was young, she clearly understood these realities.
"Don't rush, don't rush, eat slowly, just like you would normally," Finn Lewis hurriedly said, immediately pouring her a bowl of tea. After hearing Finn's words, the young girl finally slowed down her eating pace, but she still didn't dare to eat freely, choosing whatever dish was closest to her.
