"Annie, you've been sitting here all day. Please eat something."
Charlotte Thompson walked over to Annie Anne's side, placing the palm of her hand on her shoulder, and gently whispered.
Ever since Oliver Hudson was transferred to the ward, Annie Anne had been sitting here motionless, and Charlotte felt a heartache seeing her like this.
But Annie Anne shook her head, perhaps having maintained the same posture for so long made her movements a bit stiff.
"It's fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"I know you are... but no matter what, your own health is important too..." Charlotte softly persuaded, looking at Annie Anne's haggard appearance, her eyes full of compassion.
"Besides, Oliver Hudson is now out of danger and there's no major problem. You wouldn't want him to see you looking so worn out when he wakes up, would you?"
As she spoke, Charlotte had already handed the food in her hands to Annie Anne.
