At that moment, Layla came in with Zoe’s meal. She set down the plate gingerly, tears in her eyes. “Eat it while it’s hot, Ms. Zoe. Just let me know if you want something else.”

Zoe smiled weakly and thanked her.

It wasn’t a servant’s place to voice out her opinion on her master’s private life. So, Layla left the bedroom quietly and hastily. Zoe noticed and appreciated her thoughtfulness.

Leaning back on the couch, she finished the omelet and the herbal soup with trembling hands. She felt much better after having some nourishment, but she was still weak from her horrible experiences at the rehabilitation center.

She proceeded to lean on the crib and checked on Yanni before shuffling to the fitting room to get some clothes for herself. Mason held her arm tenderly when she came out.

“You’re still weak. Let me help you shower.”

However, she turned him down.

Squinting, he said, “I was just looking out for you. Can’t you accept that?”

Smiling weakly, she said, “You’re no longer