"My dear Ayana, it pains me to see you like this. It has been over ten days since my brother's funeral, and you haven't had a proper meal. I implore you, my love, to nourish yourself, if even just a morsel."
With tender care, Luther made his way to Ayana's rocking chair, positioned beside the grand, expansive window that allowed the soft glow of sunlight to gently caress the room. There, on the small, wooden tray resting upon his wife's lap, he placed a steaming bowl of comforting soup. Taking his place on the chair across from her, he wore a gentle, encouraging smile, silently urging her to commence her meal.
Dear readers, I would like to thank you all for reading the story and supporting it however you can. I would also like to apologize if the recent chapters became more expensive. Unfortunately, due to my deteriorating health, I am not able to release two shorter chapters per day like before, therefore, since I still have to stick to a certain word count, I am releasing 1 chapter a day but the chapter is longer. I will still try to release 2 shorter chapters if I can to make them less expensive. Thank you for understanding and happy reading!