Bathed in the cool, thin moonlight, every window in the hospital was lit. The daytime rain had finally ceased at this hour.
In the ward, there was a small table set with various local snacks that Jane had specially bought.
Charles Anderson sat opposite the small table, and Rosie Scott and he locked eyes, alone in the room.
The man's expression was cold and distant; he remained silent, seemingly waiting for her to speak.
"Uh... you haven't had dinner, right?"
He remained silent.
"These are local snacks specially bought by Ms. Lindsey, give them a try."
He still did not speak.
Rosie Scott felt incredibly awkward talking to herself. She pressed down the rising flame in her heart; it seemed this man was still upset.
She lowered her gaze slightly, looking at the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, then lifted her eyes again to glance at the silent man opposite.
Given the situation, she had no choice but to use her last resort.
