"Young Master, let the servants and the chef handle these activities. You needn't do it yourself—"
"No need, I'll do it."
He wanted to do something, but the child was gone, and he was deeply aware that nothing he did could bring the child back.
Huo Yishan was right in her words. If he had protected her well, Qiangwei and the child would not have been harmed.
That guilt and self-blame made him very uncomfortable, and he wanted to do everything he possibly could.
But he was not a doctor, he could do nothing, and he didn't know where to begin with comforting words. In his twenty-six years, he had never comforted any woman before.
After much consideration, he remembered the doctor's advice that she needed to replenish her body in the following days and eat light food, so he thought of the lean meat and preserved egg porridge she liked.
For some unknown reason, he, who had never stepped into the kitchen in his twenty-six years, ran in to cook for the first time!
