There’s a kind of love only parents have, the kind where they’re always convinced you haven’t eaten enough.
“Thanks.” Charlotte pressed her lips together, glancing up at Anthony.
He understood right away. Without a word, he picked the foods she usually avoided off her plate and added them to his own. It was his quiet way of letting her enjoy the meal, while still honoring her parents’ care.
“Go on, eat.” Anthony nudged the plate back toward her, then rolled up his sleeves and started peeling shrimp, placing them neatly in front of her.
“You drank too much juice earlier. Try some warm water with dinner, okay?” he said gently.
“Okay.” Charlotte barely looked up, digging in with a happy little hum.
A housekeeper soon appeared with a glass of warm water. Anthony checked it first with a careful sip, then held it up to Charlotte’s lips.
“I put a little honey in, just how you like it.”
Charlotte didn’t bother taking it from him. She just leaned forward and took a few sips, letting him hold the glass.
The way they moved together, it felt so natural, like they’d done this a thousand times. Every gesture just fit.
Across the table, her parents exchanged a look. Their eyes softened with relief and a quiet pride, as if they’d just witnessed something important. Franco, especially, seemed to see Anthony in a new light. For once, there was real approval in his gaze.
***
After dinner, Charlotte went through Nora’s medical report one more time before mixing a fresh dose of medicine and heading to the bedroom.
“Lottie, did you really make this medicine in half an hour?” Nora’s face went pale when she saw the white powder. She tried to keep her voice steady, but Charlotte could hear the tremor.


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