Eric peeled a large lobster, dipped it in sauce, and held it up to her mouth. "No matter how bad you feel, you still need to eat. Don't let yourself get sick, alright?"
Ella looked at him listlessly, opening her mouth obediently, though her heart was heavy with bitterness.
She didn't want to feel indebted to Henry, truly didn't, but fate seemed to have other plans.
"Eric, what do you think? Would Henry have a better chance if we sent him abroad for treatment?" she asked, nibbling on her food.
Eric's brows furrowed slightly. "I know you're worried. I'll make sure everything is taken care of on that front."
