Chapter 22 You Can’t Be So Reckless
“We were just sending you away so we could talk about things we didn’t want you to know about.”
Cherise’s actions stopped entirely.
She turned and looked at Damien with a complicated expression.
“So you didn’t have to rush back at all. Nor did you need to get yourself into such a wretched
state.”
Cherise gritted her teeth and wanted to say something, but Elvis immediately started to smooth things over. “Mr. Lenoir, Cherise was afraid you were hungry.”
“Please don’t take offense. Cherise grew up in the countryside since she was young. She views things too simply sometimes. Please pardon her.”
“Uncle Shaw!”
Cherise gritted her teeth. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong, so she couldn’t stand her uncle degrading her before Damien.
“Keep quiet, Cherise!”
Elvis took a deep breath. “You’re Mrs. Lenoir from now on. You can’t be so reckless!”
“You must know that you have a reputation as Mrs. Lenoir. It’s more important than this. dispensable breakfast!”
“But to me, you think your breakfast is more important!”
“What nonsense is this?! You’re the Lenoir family’s daughter–in–law, the wealthiest family in Mondale!”
The noise of the uncle and niece arguing made Damien turn away silently. He wheeled himself to the window to feel the morning breeze.
Since he was around ten years old, no one other than the villa’s servants cared if he ate breakfast.
No one would ever climb up more than ten flights of stairs like Cherise just so he could have an earlier breakfast.
He had always been lonely and desolate.
Therefore, he felt contented when he heard ordinary people like Elvis and Cherise argue over something as simple as breakfast.
The morning breeze caressed his face. He shut his eyes and had a self–deprecating smile on the corners of his lips.
“Here, your breakfast.”
A woman’s crisp voice rang in his ears. “I tried looking in the cafés downstairs but couldn’t find
favorite milk and sandwiches, so I bought what was available. Don’t turn it down.”
your
He turned and was faced with Cherise’s tiny, charming face..
She was looking down and inserting a straw into a milkshake. She looked up with a smile as she pa*sed it to him. “I bet someone as wealthy as you hasn’t tried this before. It’s delicious.”
Upon seeing that he wasn’t taking it from her, she grabbed his hand and put the milkshake in it. “I carried it up fifteen floors. Don’t be rude, okay?”
This was Damien’s first time trying a milkshake outside.
The milkshake was made of strawberries and bananas. A little sugar was added as well.
The pure flavor of the fruits was intertwined with a slight sweetness.
It resembled Damien’s current feelings.
The petite woman before him crouched down in front of his wheelchair. She stuffed a bagel into his hands as she held the milkshake for him. “Do you want more?”
He shook his head. “I’m full.”
Upon hearing that, Cherise shook the milkshake left in the cup. She finished the remainder of Damien’s milkshake and bagel on the principle of not wasting food.
After that, she went to Elvis‘ side and collected the packaging from his breakfast before disposing of them.
The doors of the emergency room opened after that.
A nurse pushed Mary out of the emergency room while a doctor removed his face mask. “She isn’t in critical condition anymore but must be on bed rest for some time.”
After that, the doctor looked at Elvis meaningfully. “She’s in poor health. As her family, I hope you can pay more attention to her. She cannot be agitated further.”
