The nourishing soup was indeed delicious and tasty.

But if forced to drink it, it no longer seemed as enjoyable.

With each sip, Evelyn felt like she was swallowing medicine, her expression pained, struggling to gulp it down.

Victor coldly watched her, showing no signs of sympathy.

By the time she reached the second bowl, she felt like she was about to choke. It was unbearable.

She dragged it out, drinking slowly and hesitantly.

“If you keep ...