"Yes, madam."
The old butler replied and walked out.
Ivana lowered her face and ate her meal earnestly.
She forked up the vegetables, stuffed them into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
Even though everything tasted like wax, without any flavor, and even induced a strong feeling of nausea, she still forced herself to swallow hard.
The child needed nourishment, and she also needed enough nutrition to support herself.
No matter what, no matter what happens, she cannot collapse.
Watching the way she ate, the two little ones pursed their small lips and picked up their utensils again.
Like Ivana, they ate diligently, forcing themselves to swallow every bite, even the beans that both brothers usually disliked, chewing each one carefully before swallowing.
"Mr. Phoebe, please sit!"
The old butler quietly wiped his eyes and gently pulled out a chair for Phoebe.
