Chapter 417

"I’m not hungry," Prescott Ellington replied flatly. Truthfully, it wasn’t that he wasn’t hungry—he just couldn’t stomach anything. After all, Beckett Fraser had insisted he take a bunch of medications for his gunshot wound. Those pills left his stomach bloated and killed his appetite. "Have you already eaten?" Camila Harrington pressed further. Before, she wouldn’t have cared enough to ask. But now? After all, the injury he’d sustained was because of her. Seeing his pale face, there was no way she could just ignore it without feeling heartless. Prescott stayed silent this time. Seeing his reaction, Camila figured it out immediately. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. How could he be so careless about his meals when he was already looking so gaunt? Annoyed as she was, she didn’t have it in her to leave him like that. Standing up, she said, "I’ll get you some porridge. Just eat a little, okay?" She didn’t wait for his response, pushing her chair back and leaving the tab