"It's the least I could do. Let's go, I've asked Althea to whip up your favorite dish. You must be peckish after the hospital, right? Maybe start off with a light chicken soup to settle your stomach?"
Alyssa was pulling Ivy towards the dining table, but Balfour intervened, "Grandma, don't let her drink anything yet. She'll be too full for dinner. Her appetite's pretty delicate these days, and she needs to stick to the lighter fare. That hearty soup might be a bit too rich for her right now."
During Ivy's hospital stay, Balfour had been in charge of her meals and knew all too well that her current condition was nothing like her usual self.
She could barely manage a few bites of her once-beloved spicy-sweet dishes, and she'd feel full after just a little nibble.
Balfour had to coax her every day just to get her to eat a bit more.
The mention of eating made Ivy blush a little; in the hospital, it had been just the two of them.
Balfour cajoled and enticed her like a parent coaxing a child to eat, and thinking back on it now, Ivy felt a touch embarrassed.
When Alyssa offered her the soup earlier, Ivy had wanted to refuse, but she didn’t, not wanting to let down Alyssa's thoughtful preparation.
The soup made by the Howard family chef was naturally not greasy, but after finishing that, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to eat the main course for dinner.
Watching their interaction, Alyssa was quite pleased; a couple should be just like this.
"That's how it is, then. If you can't eat or don't feel like it, just tell me. I just want you to be healthy and happy. If you don't fancy it, we won't have it. We can always ask the cook to make it when you're feeling better."
Alyssa's gaze at Ivy was full of flawless affection, while Mara sat somewhat neglected on the side.
She couldn't see what Ivy had done to earn such favoritism from Alyssa.
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