Loving someone's heart is beyond one's control, let alone something that outsiders can persuade?
After glancing at her parents, Camila Walker turned and left the hospital room.
Meanwhile, inside Jose Pearce's hospital room.
Mrs. Pearce was smiling warmly at her son.
"Son, are you hungry? Mother specifically had the head chef prepare a few dishes that you love the most!"
As she spoke, Mrs. Pearce opened two insulated lunch boxes, inside which the layers of delicious dishes were indeed neatly arranged.
However, on the hospital bed, Jose Pearce was not in the mood at all.
Only when facing Camila Walker did his spirits somewhat lift.
"Mom, I'm already fine. You don't need to come to the hospital every day." Jose Pearce turned his head away, paying no attention to those delicious dishes because in his heart, none of them compared to a bowl of chicken soup made by Camila Walker.
Hearing this, Mrs. Pearce involuntarily paused, looking up at her son.
