"Your apology is dispensable to her."
"If you don't show up in front of her, she will live a better life."
Every word was like a knife stabbing into Draven's heart, cutting out his blood.
Draven didn't respond to Ryan's words and watched as Ryan placed the food on the table.
There was a piece of cake on the top layer. The cake embryo was bare, and it didn't look so exquisite when placed on the ceramic plate. However, as soon as Draven picked it up, he smelled a faint sweetness.
There was food below, which was almost the same as what Ryan had eaten in the kitchen. However, it was not hot, which was even worse than what Ryan had eaten.
With Draven's current appearance, he looked even more pitiful and lonely.
Ryan helped him arrange the food and patted Draven on the shoulder.