Huge floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a panorama of countless household lights and flickering neon. Zoe Bell had eaten something earlier and wasn't hungry, so at the large dining table, only William Hale and Wyatt Hale were present.
"Sister-in-law, are you really not eating?" Wyatt Hale asked softly.
How could she let him face the abyss alone!
"I'm not hungry," Zoe Bell glanced at William Hale, "Don't scare Wyatt."
William Hale nodded.
Wyatt Hale appreciated his sister-in-law's staunch support.
Then, his older brother started to incessantly serve him more food.
"You must be quite hungry, eat more." William Hale's expression was unchanging, but his hands never stopped moving, and soon, Wyatt Hale's bowl was piled up like a small mountain.
"Why aren't you using your chopsticks? Do you think your sister-in-law's cooking isn't tasty?"
"No, I'm eating!"
"Is it tasty?"
"It's delicious, thanks, bro."
Wyatt Hale felt that his brother was probably trying to stuff him to death.
