When the vomitus got all over his body, Nathan's face turned extremely sullen, "What did you eat?"

"Cake..."

Blaargh...

...

After a diagnose, the doctor put Simona on a drip, "Her diet should be light these days. Things like glutinous cake are hard to digest, and it was cold, thus her upset stomach."

"Mr. Christ, the drip will take about an hour. I'll be back then."

When Nathan came back to the bed after changing his clothes, her face still looked terrible.

As she kept her eyes open, he asked in a deep voice, "Who gave you the cake?"

"It... it was..."

"Mrs. Jean?"

"Mm, Mm!"

Nathan sat down and sighed slightly, "Don't randomly eat anything again."

Simona nodded her head obediently.

She abruptly grabbed the man's large hand and put it gently on her stomach, "H... hubby, massage... massage."

"... Take your medicine first." Nathan drew back his hand, got up, and poured a glass of water.

"Hubby..." Simona opened her eyes pitifully, "Simona, stomach... stomachache."

Nathan helped Simona up and put a pillow behind her back to make her sit more comfortably.

After feeding her the medicine, he put down the cup, his expression somewhat serious, "You're in the senior year of high school?"

Simona's face stiffened at his sudden question.

Indeed, she was 20 years old and still in her senior year of high school.

Her senior year had extended for three years.

Too many changes had occurred in the Sam Family after her father passed away.

She knew that feigning weakness was her only way to survive.

She was a retard, stutterer, and weakling who would pose no threat to anyone.

Nathan doubted if it was his hallucination, but a flicker of sadness flashed across the girl's clear eyes.

It was transitory, but he caught it.

Simona's face was radiant with a smile, "Simo... Simona wants to... go... go to college."

She wanted to go to college. She also had dreams and always did.

After a moment of silence, Nathan spoke, "Work hard if you want to go to college. When you graduate, we'll get married."

She had to wait for the marriage upon graduation?

Simona stared at the man's eyes and pondered.

It made sense. Anyhow, she was just a high school student in others' eyes.

It was inappropriate for high school students to get married.

Simona's eyes became misty, "H... hubby doesn't... doesn't want Simona anymore."

When he saw her pitiful look, Nathan's facial expression softened, and the corners of his mouth curved up, "Hubby wants Simona. It's just we'll get married a little later."

Simona hummed, grabbed the man's hand again, and put it on her stomach.

"Massage."

... Nathan's palm moved slowly, his breathing became heavy, and his features tightened.

This woman...

There came a knock on the door.

Mrs. Jean shivered at the door, "Mr.... Mr. Christ, I've cooked hot congee."

Simona hurriedly held on to the man's arm and leaned her head against him seemingly in fear, "H... hubby..."

"Simo... Simona won't... won't eat it!"

Nathan patted the girl gently and darted a fierce glance at Mrs. Jean, "You gave her the cake?"

Mrs. Jean turned pale, "I..."

Nathan was a sedate man per se, and now his stern face looked more terrifying.

"Mr. Christ!"

Mrs. Jean put down the congee, planning to kneel and kowtow for her mistake.

Originally, she believed that Mr. Christ was forced to marry the retard and put on a show in front of Old Mr. Christ.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Christ cared about the fool so much.

"Get out, I don't want to see your face again in the Christ Garden."

"Mr...."

"Get out."

Mrs. Jean didn't dare to say more and got out while shivering.

When Mrs. Jean walked out, she leaned against the wall, felt another shiver down her spine, and slowly collapsed on the floor. She was terrified!

That fool, she was smiling. She smirked at her. It was not her hallucination...

She was not an ordinary fool. She was wicked and crafty!