She looked around but didn''t see Jonathan anywhere, so she asked the young nurse, "Have you seen Mr. Fullbuster?"


    Hearing her address toward Jonathan, the nurse gave her a surprised look before replying, "Mr. Fullbuster woke up early and cooked some soup for the patient. He is with the patient now."


    Anneliese jolted at those words. She frowned and regretted that she didn''t wake up early enough.


    Will Grandma end up fighting with Jonathan?


    Thinking about it, she hurried her pace and pushed open the door.


    However, the chaotic scene she had imagined didn''t exist.


    Nishay was indeed awake and sitting against the headboard. Though she still looked unwell, she already looked far better than she hadst night.


    Jonathan stood beside her with a white porcin bowl in hand. He was stirring a bowl of vegetable soup. His expression was surprisingly calm, even with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.


    Hearing footsteps, he looked over and smiled gently at Anneliese.


    "Morning..."


    Afraid he would follow up with "dear", Anneliese rushed forward and quickly snatched the bowl from his hands. Then, she nced nervously at Nishay''s expression while whispering, "I''ll do it. You go out first."


    Jonathan didn''t argue. "Alright."


    However, when she took the bowl, his fingers brushed her palm, lightly scratching it.


    The ticklish sensation,bined with the terror of being caught, made Anneliese''s scalp tingle. She nearly dropped the bowl.


    Only did she shoot him a warning re, then he withdrew his hand. Then, he turned to Nishay and said, "Grandma, I''ll leave some space for you and Anne. Call me if you need something."


    Nishay frowned and didn''t even spare him a nce as she said coldly, "No need. I don''t want to see you. You are not wee here. Just leave and don''t evere back."


    She didn''t give him a shred of respect.


    Anneliese had never seen anyone speak to Jonathan so rudely. Even back in Halden, when Derek constantly nitpicked and criticized Jonathan, he never treated thetter with this kind of hostility.


    Though Anneliese had never actually


    seen Jonathan lose his temper, she


    was still afraid. Just the thought of the thought of


    being in the middle of Jonathan and Nishay if they got into an argument was terrifying.


    She red at Jonathan and signaled him to stop talking. Then, she sat beside the bed to block Nishay''s view and said softly, "Grandma you scared me so much yesterday..." As she spoke, she leaned her head on Nishay''s shoulder, rubbing lightly the way she used to as a child.


    However, Nishay kept her face stern and didn''t stroke her hair as she used to in the old times. All she did was remain silent.


    As the silence grew, Anneliese became even more anxious. Fortunately, Jonathan


    had already left and closed the door behind him.


    When Anneliese raised her head, she was met with Nishay''s piercing gaze.


    "Grandma..."


    Just as she called out, Nishay cut her off.


    "Don''t call me Grandma. Did you think I didn''t see you flirting with him right in front of me?"


    Hearing her words, Anneliese turned a deep shade of red. She directly shoved a spoonful of soup into Nishay''s mouth.


    "If


    f you want to scold me, at least eat first so you have the strength to scold, okay?"


    Nishay had a mouthful of soup in her mouth, so she couldn''t say anything even if she wanted to. All she could do was re at Anneliese and swallow the soup.


    Anneliese immediately fed her another spoonful.


    The soup was delicious, and Nishay finished the entire bowl. Anneliese even fed her a few spoonfuls of side dishes in between Only when Nishaywaved her hand, indicating she didn''t want more, did Anneliese smile and pick up a napkin to wipe her lips.


    Nishay grabbed the napkin, wiped her mouth, and repeated her words.


    "Listen to me. Break up with him!"


    While tidying, Anneliese said, "Does the soup taste okay, Grandma? Jonathan personally cooked it in the middle of the night."


    Hearing her words, Nishay frowned deeply. Then, she suddenly leaned to the side of the bed, reaching toward the bowl as she shoved her fingers into her throat to vomit.


    rmed, Anneliese rushed forward to help her sit back properly.


    Nishay gagged and tried to retch, making her breathing rough and heavy. Cold sweat covered her forehead, and her eyes were filled with hatred.