"How?"

"Madam still doesn't want to eat, sir," said the middle-aged man, standing respectfully at his master, with wrinkles on the sides of his eyes and forehead, as well as half-white hair, but still gallantly carrying out various orders from his master with the appearance of a full suit specifically for servants.

"Do whatever it takes to keep my wife's body receiving food. If we can't use her mouth, use other parts of the body. Inject vitamins or whatever, call the doctor and discuss the best way." The man looked confused because this was the fifth day's report from his butler but the results were still the same.

"Okay sir, I will carry out your orders."

Garvoz shook the glass containing the first quality wine in a slow motion, sipping the wine little by little. His mind wandered thinking about what plans he would make next to deal with his woman.