Chapter 608

The food Andrew had secretly hidden away had all ended up in her hands during this fasting period. On the third day, Andrew ate half a portion of pasta that had already gone bad. Melina instinctively wanted to stop him. The food Andrew had given her had been carefully stored and safe to eat, but there was no way this pasta was edible. She raised her hand to intervene but hesitated, her hand trembling as she slowly let it fall back down. Perhaps, back then, when Andrew had been starving, he had eaten far worse. On the fourth day of fasting in complete darkness, Melina felt like she was reaching her breaking point. It wasn't the hunger or the darkness that crushed her—it was seeing Andrew like this. It was too much to bear. She suddenly lost control, screaming, "Enough! That's enough! Can't we just leave him like this? Why do we have to force him to come out of it? Can't we just let him be?" Her voice echoed through the empty basement, raw and anguished. There was no reply. Andr