Oliver used the restroom and went back to sleep.
When he woke up again, Selena had returned with a bowl of noodles.
“Oliver, I spoke with Dr. Lawson. He said you can’t have anything too flavorful right now, so I made you a tomato soup. It’s sweet and sour, very appetizing.”
Oliver stared at the bowl, then after a moment, picked up his fork. He took one bite and couldn’t eat any more.
He burrowed into Adrian’s arms without a word.
Adrian asked, “What kind of soups do you want? I can have someone buy some, or I can have the chef at the estate make them for you.”
Oliver was miserable, his emotions heightened by his illness.
“I want the noodles Mama made.”
Selena also tried to coax him gently. “But Mama did make these for you. I promise I didn’t let anyone else do it, really.”
“If you don’t like this one, I can make you a different kind. How about chicken soup?”
Oliver didn’t speak.
Adrian glanced at Selena.
Although he didn’t say anything, Selena had known him for years and understood his meaning immediately.
She fell silent.
Adrian held Oliver, arranging for various kinds of noodles to be delivered, all types except for those he absolutely couldn’t eat.
But Oliver didn’t even look at them.
Until Old Mrs. Blackwell arrived with a bowl of noodles.
“My dear great-grandson.”
No matter what Oliver’s temper was like, whether he rejected Isabel for Selena, he was still her great-grandson.
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