In the mornings, he even changed up the ways to coax her into eating.
Though it might have seemed like he was eager for a child, to some extent, he really was considering her health.
Maybe that's why she softened, able to understand how much the elder worried for Denver Petal, and casually agreed to act along earlier.
But—
Olivia Williams felt increasingly uneasy, her tone stiff: "Mr. Petal, we can't keep going like this!"
"Why not?" Denver Petal replied, arms crossed behind his head, looking at her pleasantly.
"Someday the act will be exposed, and your mother is so keen on having a grandchild. But I definitely can't conceive, so she'll eventually be disappointed, perhaps even increasingly so. That's not all; as long as I have no child, we'll have to keep staying at home, and she'll make me drink tonic soup every day, which is also improper!"
Olivia spoke with a frown, the more she talked, the worse it seemed, a bit guilty too.
