Chapter 72 Murderer

• "No. Let's eat," Edwin said, reassuring her before picking up his spoon with an expressionless face and drinking the soup she had painstakingly made for him.
• Dana watched as he forced himself to sip the broth, his expression resembling someone taking poison. He didn't like it, but he still compelled himself to drink it.
• Seeing him like this, a wave of frustration swelled in her chest. She couldn't express her feelings in front of everyone at the table, so she quietly lowered her head and continued eating. Yet, every bite felt tasteless.