"What's going on with Eve? Why does she look so down?"
"Could it really be President Sutton?"
"I don't think so. President Sutton isn't the kind of person who shows no compassion, is he?"
"Who knows? But I've noticed Eve's gained weight lately, living with the Sutton Family should be good. If she were constantly tired, she wouldn't gain weight, right? Plus, she doesn't have dark circles, she seems to be doing quite well."
"I think so too."
"Could something be wrong with her health?"
"No way, I think it's just a rich person's ailment."
Wyatt Crawford spoke, shaking his head. Once the takeaway arrived, he went forward and patted Eve Sherman's back.
"Eve, it's mealtime!"
Eve Sherman struggled to get up, glanced over, found she had no appetite, and shook her head, "I don't want to eat."
"Huh? Isn't this your favorite food? Look, look, it's all dishes you love."
Wyatt Crawford spoke while showing Eve Sherman the dishes he ordered for lunch today.
