After coming out of the ward, Zoey started getting ready for the surgery. She had two surgeries, and both were cesarean sections. "Zoey."
Clement walked over with a bag in his hands, saying, "You need to eat something first. Don't starve yourself."
Zoey looked inside the bag and a wave of helplessness flashed in her eyes. "Clement, you..."
"Eat up, or I'll follow you around," Clement interrupted, knowing what Zoey was about to say. "You're someone who loses a sense of time once you get busy. If I did not take care of you, you would have starved yourself. Even if you're not worried about yourself, you need to worry about the other four in you."
"Thank you."
Zoey could not argue with him, so she could only accept his offer. She took a small slice of cake from the bag and quickly ate it. Clement saw the way she was eating and hurriedly passed her some water. "Eat slowly. Don't choke yourself."
"I'm done eating, Clement."
