The service staff had prepared a table full of dinner.

Bryce hadn't eaten for three days. He just couldn't bring himself to eat.

Larry said, "Bryce, you have to eat something. Iron may be tough, but how can we go on without food? People may be gone, but those of us still alive must continue living!

"Only when we're full and energized can we work properly, right?"

Bryce remained silent, only a long sigh escaping him. He couldn't understand. After his ex-wife gave birth to Martha, she couldn't conceive again, so he found a second wife.

After finally having a son, Bryce had given everything he could to Mark, almost plucking the stars from the sky for him.

How could people just die like that? It would have been bearable If Mark had left him a grandson, but he hadn't even left him one. Wasn't he condemning Bryce to die along with him?

Larry poured a glass of wine for Bryce without saying a word, then drank from his own glass.

Bryce sighed and lifted his glass.

This made Martha squi