Chapter 11

Raymond sipped the chamomile tea that Hazel prepared for him slowly, along with toast, scrambled eggs, and carrots bacon, giving off a scent that should have whetted his appetite. Instead, he just stared at his plate with a spiritless look and took another sip of tea until there was little left.

‘Is my cooking not good?’

Raymond shook his head.

‘Sorry. It must not be as delicious as yours…’

‘That's not the problem…’

The woman no longer responded. He looked at Hazel, busy enjoying her breakfast with her calm face.

‘Don't take your medicine after drinking the tea. Not good.’

Raymond nodded. Deep in his heart, he did not intend to take the pain reliever. It was better if he just let the pain remain, to remind him of the reason that had brought him to this city.