Chapter 188

In the end, Elyana still found herself cooking breakfast for Daimon. By the time she finished, Ertha had already left after changing his bandages, and the kids had come downstairs, chatting and laughing together. Elyana quietly set the table, placing plates in front of each of them—but not for herself. She wasn’t hungry. She had already eaten earlier with Arden. Daimon noticed. His gaze lingered on her as she sat with them but didn’t touch any food. “You’re not eating?” he asked, his voice low. “I’m not hungry,” Elyana replied coldly, not looking at him. Daimon’s jaw tightened. He didn’t say anything else, but frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior. She’s angry? he thought bitterly. But why? If anything, he should be the one angry. She left him alone in that hospital bed, walked away without a word—and spent time with another man. Meanwhile, he had done nothing but bring their children home. Their home. “Auntie, can I have another omelet?” Oasis’s voice broke through the thick