Chapter 258: Face is Not as Important as Money

"Even you can't do it? It seems that the other party must have been prepared early." Lucas Shaw fell into deep thought, reaching out to take the insulated lunch box and waving his hand towards him.

"Keep an eye on it, and report back as soon as there's any movement from them."

"Yes."

Ethan Wells nodded and turned to leave.

Lucas Shaw arranged the food on an empty table, took out two empty plates and served some food onto the small table by the sickbed.

He pulled out a wet wipe, helped Serena Summers clean her cheeks and hands, then passed the chopsticks to her.

Attentive and considerate service.

Serena leaned against the head of the bed, being taken care of by him, somewhat teary and speechless, "Am I that weak? Are you treating me like a child?"

Lucas Shaw served a bowl of soup, placed it in front of Serena, looked up at her words, chuckled, "Aren't you a child? Eat up, I instructed them to prepare some light-tasting dishes especially for you."