Jared Quinn's face darkened, "...Whose son is he, really!"
"If you hadn't bullied her and made her eat so many crabs, she wouldn't have a stomachache," Timmy snorted.
"Ahem," Dr. Mo interjected, "Madam's body is cold-natured; things like crabs really aren't suitable in large amounts. How about I make a list of things to avoid..."
Before Dr. Mo could finish his sentence, the man sitting at the edge of the hospital bed suddenly stood up and strode out with an unpleasant expression.
Dr. Mo shrugged and left as well. Upon entering his office, the man inside tossed him a pen and paper, saying in a low voice, "Write!"
Dr. Mo: "..."
Why the arrogance?
When they returned to the hospital room, Timmy and Melody Thorne had already finished their breakfast.
"Bitter medicine," Timmy grimaced, eyeing the medicine in her hand with disdain, "It must be really bitter."
Melody Thorne chuckled softly and ruffled his hair.
