Chapter 1145

Before Ryan could respond, Sherry swiftly took the bowl and began feeding him. As he sipped the soup, he savored the taste for a brief moment. "Did you make this yourself?" "Yep! Freya left early this morning, and I didn't know where she went. So, I decided to make some croaker soup for you. I caught the fish yesterday, so it's fresh!" Sherry beamed, clearly proud of her soup. Ryan smiled at her explanation. Though her cooking wasn't as refined as Freya's, he appreciated the love she had put into it. The soup, filled with her affection, made him determined to finish it, even if he lacked the appetite. "Yeah, it's nice! The croaker is definitely fresh," he commented. However, a wave of nausea hit him after just a few more sips. Without warning, he vomited everything back up. Sherry was alarmed, and her eyes were immediately filled with tears. "What's wrong? Are you so sick that you can't even eat now?" Ryan frowned, equally confused. His condition hadn't improved despite restin