Anila's POV

Garrett seemed to enjoy being pampered. I was now feeding him bite by bite, and his lips curled slightly as he chewed.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked Caroline, who was still tidying up the room, "Dear, Garrett's injuries should be much better now, right? Why should I still feed him like this?" I continued to spoon-feed him another mouthful.

Garrett: "I also want some water."

The bowl in my hand made a cracking sound. If I exerted a little more force, I could have crushed it. "Get it yourself!"

At this point, Garrett's face twisted. He clutched his chest, making a whining sound. "It hurts, the...