It turned out...
"So you made me this porridge out of guilt?"
As if crushed by a lump of ice on top of his head, Oscar was stunned to hear the answer that came out of Lisa's lips. Now the pain was replaced by annoyance, or rather, disappointment.
"Is that all? Nothing else? Just because you feel guilty?" Oscar asked once more.
"Of course, why would I do all this for you if it's not because I feel guilty?"
Dani, who was lying and sleeping with his back against them, almost laughed out loud from having the secondhand embarrassment. He couldn't imagine the look on Oscar's face now. Did the man have a confused look on his face? Or angry? Ah, or is it as flat as always?
After Lisa's rude reply, no more sound could be heard in Oscar's room. The man only glanced at her for a moment then blew over his chicken porridge. Even though his heart was broken into pieces, he still tried to enjoy Lisa's cooking.