"How can she not eat anything? Warm up the food and bring it out. I'll bring it to her." Mrs. Ben was instantly filled with worry as she heard that Sylvia hadn’t eaten anything yet.
Mrs. Ben went upstairs and knocked on the door of Sylvia's bedroom, but no one answered.
She took out the spare key and opened the door. The room was still dark.
"Sylvia, it's Mom. I heard from the servants that you haven't eaten. I'm worried about you."
"Put the meal down. I'll eat it later." After a while, Sylvia peaked out of her soft quilt and replied to her mother in a hoarse voice.
"Sylvia, don't scare me. It's not worth hurting yourself for others, understand?" Mrs. Ben wanted to cry when she heard her daughter's remark. Her words choked between her sobs.
Sylvia looked away, feeling mocked.
How could she hurt herself for others? If she had made up her mind much earlier, she would not have ended up like that.