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Isabella~

"Thank you, but I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, because I'm not hungry right now." I didn't want to spend time with him because it was difficult for me to maintain my hard look for an extended period.

Knowing what he had endured over the years made me feel sorry for him, and as a result, I find it increasingly harder to keep up my professional relationship with him. That day, I saw him eating food like a hungry animal, and I felt pity for his condition. I was taken aback when I observed him licking the lunchbox cover, which was smeared with gravy. He no longer resembled the Xavier Thompson I knew, a man known for his discerning taste in food.

I vividly remember how, because of his dislike for cilantro, I adorned the dinner table with it, only to have him hurl the plate in a fit of rage. My heart compelled me to cook food for him every day so that he could have homemade meals. I don't know why I lied to him. Every day, I prepared meals for him and asked my assistant to bring him t