Tonight's dinner was clear chicken soup, along with a few simple dishes. While maintaining nutrition, it was as light as possible, but Elise Don took a couple of bites, put down her chopsticks, and ran to the bathroom.
Oliver Bloom lost his appetite too, stood up and followed behind. Before reaching the bathroom door, he heard the sound of vomiting from inside.
His steps froze for a moment. After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of flushing from inside and then pushed the door open.
Elise Don was leaning over the sink, looking disheveled, using her hands to scoop water for rinsing her mouth. She looked up and saw Oliver Bloom in the mirror, standing there without a word, her action paused.
The water in her hands slowly trickled away.
She grabbed a piece of tissue paper and wiped the corners of her mouth and her palms.
"You go eat, don't worry about me." Her voice was weak.
Oliver Bloom stood in place without moving, "You should eat a little more."
