Cold War

"I've brushed my teeth. I don't want to eat anymore." Aiden said coldly.

"But Anya..."

"Mrs. Hana, I have my own reasons. Good night. Get some rest!" Aiden interrupted before Hana could finish her sentence.

Hana could only helplessly shake her head and leave Aiden's room.

Anya was still crying while scooping the food. After two spoonfuls, she didn't feel like eating anymore.

She got up and began to clear the dishes on the table. The food she had made today was left untouched. Inside, she reminded herself not to beg in front of Aiden. The more she begged, the more Aiden would look down on her.

Hana was coming down when she saw Anya clearing the table. She hurried over to her, "Anya, your hand is injured. Don't move around too much. Let me help you."

"What is he doing?" Anya asked in a low voice.

"Aiden just finished taking a shower and was drying his hair." Hana said.