Soon, Calix returned with a tray of food. He had changed into comfortable home clothes. While placing the tray on the bedside table, he instructed Mrs. Su to step out of the bedroom.
"I'll feed my wife myself," Calix sat on the edge of the bed, facing Leslie who leaned against the headboard, "Mrs. Su, my housekeeper has prepared food. You should have some."
Mrs. Su and Mrs. An had grown closer to Aunt Wendy throughout the time they started caring for the unconscious Mrs. Xu. All three of them were able to share various kinds of topics when they met.
"Mr. Xu, I know you've learned it but, please remember to feed Mrs. Xu with a small quantity of food," Mrs. Su reminded Calix before leaving the bedroom. Her gaze moved from Calix to Leslie, "Mrs. Xu's throat is still too weak."
"I understand, Mrs. Su," Calix nodded. He wasn't offended by the advice given by Mrs. Su despite already hearing it from Dr. Mo, "I'll call you if I need any help."
