Chapter 891 Very Realistic

"Okay." Aimee yawned. Violet saw the tiredness under her eyelids and said with concern, "Aimee, if you're tired, go and rest first." "No need." Aimee waved her hand and declined her kind offer, "I'll wait until you've finished eating." Aimee pointed to the tray, and the bowls and chopsticks in Violet's hand, and said with a smile, "You probably don't really want to go down, after all, you don't really want to see Mr. Murphy, he's still down there." Violet was silenced as she spoke her mind. Aimee smiled again, "Okay, I'll stop talking, you eat." Violet gave a nod and continued eating. But she didn't seem to have much of an appetite, and when she ate, she didn't take it too seriously, as if she had something on her mind the whole time. Aimee saw it and didn't ask what was on her mind. After all, she didn't need to think much, she could guess that it must be about Mr. Murphy. For a moment, the room was quiet, neither of them speaking again, only the sound of shallow breathing,