Helen Melendy lowered her eyes, focusing on her meal, feeling so awkward that she ate rather quickly.
Harry Hall sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and gently patted the back of her hand, saying:
"Eat slowly."
Helen wanted to use eating as an excuse to conceal her embarrassment in front of Harry.
Harry didn't say anything else, seemingly waiting for her to finish her meal.
In the hospital room, the only sound was Helen's soft eating noises.
No matter how slowly she ate, there came a point when the bowl was empty. Helen ate slowly and finally finished the bowl of bland chicken porridge in front of her.
Harry naturally helped her clean up.
"Shirley has something at home today, so I'll stay here to take care of you, okay?"
Helen didn't know who Shirley was, but she figured she must be the person responsible for taking care of her these days, so Helen didn't ask further.
What made her tense was Harry's suggestion to stay and look after her.
