Lilian of Turin

Rubbing her blurred vision, Lilian gave a small yawn.

“You shouldn’t go to sleep yet, my lady. You must eat then sleep.”

“Mmm…but I’m sleepy…”

“Miss? You can’t, my lady?”

Lilian silently laughed as she burrowed into her teddy bear’s arms and settled down.

“Oh no, that’s not okay.”

Even though it was absurd, Rita couldn’t stop her in the end.

After all, she was also a Turinian.

Besides, she was born as the youngest and didn’t want to give up until she was ten years old, wishing every day, ‘Please give me one younger sister’.

An admirable young lady who seemed to fall from the sky even saved her from being an errand boy for her elder brother.

In addition, the pretty and gentle face was what she imagined her sister would be like while reading fairy tales to her.

‘She’s really cute.’

“Mmm.”

“…but it’s kind of unfair to use such cunning tricks to avoid eating every time.”

Don’t know if it’s because of the mood, but Lilian’s breathing has become quieter.

Whether she’s asleep or pretending to sleep, Rita decided as she looked at Lilian, who quietly cast the shadow of her eyelashes over her cheeks.

‘If I keep watching like this, I’ll ruin both her habit and health.’

Rita made up her mind to take the most aggressive action possible for the terminally ill.

If that’s what it takes.

“Lady Lily, you don’t have a lot of appetite these days, do you?”

Tell the superior.

Mrs. Hayworth’s kind question made Lilian guilty.

“That’s, ma’am…”

“Anyway, since it’s spring, the weather is still cold. I think it’s because it’s cold. Shall we serve mignon soup? I’ll boil it lightly with white fish and garlic. If you eat just one bowl, your body will feel refreshed.”

“Ummm…”

Lilian smiled awkwardly and shook her head.

Oh my. Mrs. Hayworth asked again with a pitying expression on her face.

“Or do you want beef stew with tomatoes? It will taste soft and rich without chewing.”

Shake shake.

“What about your favorite lemon pie?”

“I’m not sure…”

Lilian, whose heart was weak at the persistent invitation, reached a point where she could no longer shake her head.

‘Done.’

Mrs. Hayworth laughed softly, calling out her pleasure only in her heart.

“Then, my lady, can I bring you something simple?”

Lily also smiled.

“Yes, ma’am. I will try.”

“Oh my, so polite too.”

Seeing Lilian’s lack of confidence, Mrs. Hayworth thought she should prepare something very easy to eat.

‘Gulp, something you don’t even know you’re going to eat, must not be unusual or unique!’

She hurriedly ordered the kitchen to prevent Lilian from changing her mind or falling asleep on the way.

“Omelet! Make an omelet. Make it very soft with cream and butter. Lady said she’s eating!”

“Oh my God, such a welcome sight.”

The chef himself rolled up his sleeves. In no time, the skilled cook made an omelet, much softer than a steamed egg, with cream and butter, just as Mrs. Hayworth had ordered.

Shiny silver tableware on a tray with small legs. The scent of the golden omelet on top of it was enchanting.

At this level, even the young lady would want to eat it, thought Philip, raising his nose.

As soon as the steaming dish had cooled, Mrs. Hayworth hurriedly carried the tray herself.

Ingredients, workmanship, sincerity. The plate, with nothing missing, was neatly placed on Lilian’s lap.

The savory smell of eggs and milk tickled her nose.

Even though it was the kind of food that would make you want to eat a bit even with a full stomach…

‘I don’t want to eat.’

Right now, to Lilian’s eyes, the appetizing omelet looked like a bunch of paper.

It’s not that she didn’t want to eat, just that she didn’t feel like eating.

“Miss…? Is something wrong, oh my gosh.”

Mrs. Hayworth merrily approached.

“Oh my God, I forgot this.”

“…”

The Madam took a small grinder on one side of the tray and sprinkled pepper on the omelet.

“…now, young lady?”

Seeing the tension on the sweet madam’s face, Lilian instantly felt really apologetic.

Just this one meal, what’s wrong with having a spoonful of it.

It took a lot of effort for this plate to reach Lily’s lap.

‘I can’t turn it down…’

Lilian sighed and collected herself. She then picked up the utensil and started cutting the corners of the omelet.

***

“It must have taken her an hour to eat half an omelet like that.”

Mrs. Hayworth was the only one who could harass Shaw, the attending physician, for two hours on the subject, “The lady has not eaten as much as a bird lately.” Her daughter, Rita, stood next to her, expressionless, saying “It’s true” or “definitely” as if in a chorus. For two hours.

Without ever getting tired.

“Yes, well, I know very well…”

He’s tired of the mother and daughter. After suffering, Shaw frowned and sighed.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Oh my, Shaw, it sounds bad when you say it that way.”

Mrs. Hayworth gave him a stern look.

“It’s just me, Shaw, but it’s a shame because I know that even though you’re mean-spirited, deep down, you like the lady.”

“Me?”

Despite grunting, Shaw did not actively protest.

Yes, he’s embarrassed to admit it, but he did like Lilian too.

‘No, not just me, but any doctor would feel that way.’

Aside from struggling with eating problems, Lilian was the best mannered patient.

She listened to her doctors and put their orders into action and never lied.

An attitude of complete trust in Shaw as a doctor. In addition, she even respected him by calling him “doctor” without a title.

How could he hate such a patient?

Mrs. Hayworth, who had a good idea of the inner thoughts of such a Shaw, clicked her tongue.

“Anyway, your rebellious temperament is the problem.”

He’s a nasty man who can’t even say good things are good. He had to grow up.

Even if she gave advice, he’d jump up and won’t even listen. Mrs. Hayworth sighed and warned.

“Anyway, if you say ‘what should I do’ about Miss Lily in front of other people, you’ll end up looking bad so be careful.”

“How did everyone care this much about Miss Lily without even knowing it.”

Shaw grumbled, as if he wasn’t one of them.

“Well, actually, the lady not eating well is not just anorexia, but more like a symptom of this disease.”

“Symptom?”

“It’s not that she doesn’t eat because she doesn’t want to eat, it’s just that she can’t eat.”

Vitality, simply put, was the force that sustained life.

The power of a very basic unit made the heart beat, circulated the blood to supply oxygen and nutrients to the organs, and moved the digestive system.

“Her current condition is, simply put, having no vitality to use to eat and digest food.”

Shaw shrugged and added.

“Perhaps food doesn’t even look like food to the lady’s eyes right now.”

“Oh my gosh…, then what should I do in this situation?”

“There should be a way. It’s to find something that appeals to her taste buds and let her eat it.”

Rita thought for a bit before she asked.

“What if she really don’t see anything as food then?”

“It’ll be a big deal.”

Rita looked Shaw, narrowing one of her eyes. “It’s true,” said Shaw, scratching his head.

“I’m not saying this insincerely, it’s true. It’s because not eating or sleeping is the most fatal thing to the original vitality. Therefore…”

Shaw sighed and waved his hand.

“So you’d better stop glaring at me. Go and figure out something to feed the young lady. No, even a spoonful of something.”

“I wasn’t glaring at you.”

“Right. I didn’t think so, but Miss Hayworth has already become a follower of the lady?”

“Again, no. I just hate being Sir Allen Hayworth’s errand boy.”

“Aha…”

Shaw was convinced when he recalled that the errand boy who had escaped before Rita had ‘begged to let him clean up horse manure’.

“Anyway, I will listen carefully to your advice. But Mr. Winston, as Turin’s doctor, should be careful with his mouth.”

“Me?”

“You just said ‘it’ll be a big deal’ about the lady. I mean you shouldn’t speak carelessly like this.

It’s very bad to hear.”

It wasn’t Rita’s usual innocent blunt words. Anyone could see that the horse now had thorns.

“No, I…”

“Then, enough.”

Even going out without hearing his reply.

Shaw, who was left behind, felt it was ridiculous.

“Saying she’s not a follower, sh!t. You’re almost a mother bird.”

Of course, he tried to complain, but no one listened.