"What are you doing here?" Mandy's mood didn't fluctuate much upon seeing her, but his voice remained cold.
"I made some pudding, and I made a bit more this time. I thought everyone could try it! It's said that sweets can lift your mood, so come on, give it a try!"
Sophia also invited the two guards stationed at the gate inside.
Despite her efforts, Mandy still refused to cooperate with the treatment, and the physical therapist, who was about to leave, reluctantly took a cup of pudding out of politeness.
Sophia watched them eat with increasing anxiety, her heart pounding in her throat. Mandy ate very little, which made her even more worried, so she kept talking to him, "Mandy, you look so much more haggard lately. Don't be so down; even if you refuse therapy, you should at least eat something! Try to get some nutrients; maybe you'll feel better soon!"
Her intentions were genuine; she hoped his leg injury would heal.