"Mom, would you like a bite?" The woman slurped some noodles, her mouth making loud smacking sounds.
"The doctor said I should eat light these days, you forgetful girl." The elderly woman lying on the hospital bed sighed repeatedly.
"Oh, I forgot."
The woman said nonchalantly.
An Yin peeked around, but the curtain was drawn so tightly she couldn't see what was happening beside them.
Just then, Aunt Chen, who was playing on her phone outside, walked to the foot of the bed. Mindful of the man's presence and his intimidating demeanor, she restrained her tone, "What do you want for lunch?"
The woman's sharp tone was unpleasant to hear.
Always meek, An Yin turned her head, glaring angrily at the woman, "What my mom wants to eat is not your concern."
