“Crashing dinner, are we?”
Nora flushed with embarrassment. But with Una’s predicament weighing on her, she swallowed her pride.
Daniel lifted his chin, gesturing to the menu beside her hand.
Nora wasn’t in the mood to eat, but then she remembered—she was eating for two now. Reluctantly, she picked something simple from the menu.
Daniel waved the waiter over, handed over their menus, and quietly ordered an extra serving of nourishing soup.
While they waited for the food, Nora brought up Una again. “Is there any way to settle this?”
Una had confessed, and now Nora could only try for a settlement, hoping Daniel and Eleanor would agree not to press charges.
Daniel’s voice was cool. “Eleanor’s the victim here.”
Nora knew it—talks of reconciliation should really be with Eleanor. But after everything that happened between Hans and Una, she doubted Eleanor would ever agree.
Still, if Daniel spoke up, maybe things would be different. Yet Nora recognized that Eleanor was the only one he really cared about. The fact that Daniel wasn’t pushing for the harshest punishment for Una was already a sign of his leniency.
She fell silent, her thoughts swirling, until the food arrived.
“I want to see Eleanor,” she said quietly.
Daniel simply pushed the bowl of soup toward her. “Eat.”
But Nora’s mind was elsewhere. She picked at her food, appetite gone, just waiting for Daniel to finish.
Daniel set down his fork as well, watching her in silence.
Nora felt uneasy. “What is it?”
“You always watch people eat?”
She bit her lip. “Sorry.”
She really didn’t have the patience to sit here making small talk while he leisurely ate.
Daniel paid the bill and took Nora to the hospital.
In the hospital room, Hans was there, standing by the window, lost in thought. At the sight of Nora, his brow furrowed.
Nora’s eyes went straight to Eleanor, who was lying in bed—her arm wrapped in gauze, IV drip attached.


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