Take care of him

Arthur sat down well with Livy's help, he said, "There are many maids here. You go back to the dorm."

Livy packed Arthur's clothes from the hospital. She purposely didn't open Arthur's bedroom curtains and instead turned on the table lamp with a dim light. "Is it too bright?"

Whether on purpose or not, Livy seemed to be ignoring his words.

"That's enough," Arthur answered curtly. Though to be honest he couldn't see any light.

"You missed breakfast today. I'll ask Eva to make some food." Carrying dirty clothes, Livy turned to leave.

"Wait. You didn't go to college?"

"Ah, didn't I tell you? The lecturer canceled class today, so I don't have to go to the university." Seeing him silent, Livy asked, "Is there something you'd like to eat?"

"No. I'm not hungry."

Livy looked at him and sighed. She finally came out and still went to the kitchen. Even though Arthur refused to eat, she didn't care. After all a patient needs something to eat to get the energy to recover.

Apparently, before she left Arthur's mood changed again. Maybe he's upset?

'Why is he upset? I'm the one who's upset, right?'

Livy thought back to how she saw Arthur lying in the hospital bed and felt her legs immediately went weak. She was really scared if something bad had happened to him and even she cried.

No matter how much she tried to understand why Arthur had kept this a secret, she found it absurd. It is impossible if the reason is only because she is a fake wife.

'After all he said that I'm not his fake wife anymore? Oh my God, I'm not dreaming, am I?'

"Young Lady, let me do it, you wait in the room." The chef of this house, Eva, suddenly came and wanted to take over the ladle in her hand.

Livy sighed. "Let me. I was specially home today, since Arthur is sick I wanted to cook something for him."

Eva smiled. "Young Master will be happy if you make food for him, but can I help you?"

A wife who makes food for her husband is good. It's just that Eva doesn't want to just watch and do nothing.

Livy agreed. "Fine. I'll make mushroom porridge. Does Arthur have any food allergies?"

Eva thought for a moment.

"Or how about this, after this you can mention which foods Arthur likes or dislikes. And also what makes him allergic. Ok?" said Livy excitedly.

Eva was no less enthusiastic. "Don't worry, trust me. I know everything you said."

Livy gave Eva a thumbs up and a big smile while humming. Since she intended to take care of Arthur, she didn't want to do it half-heartedly, it would be good if she cooked a special meal for him herself.

People say, the way to attract a man's heart is through his stomach, right?

***

When Livy entered Arthur's room, she saw the man staring at his own hand that was raised in the air.

"Is there a problem? Your eyesight is getting worse?"

Arthur lowered his hand and heard the worried tone from Livy. "A little dark."

"Do I need to open the curtains? But the sun is already up, it will be too bright for you. Dave said you can't take direct light." Livy placed the tray on the table and she sat on the edge of the bed preparing to feed Arthur. She looked at him. "Hang on with darkness for a moment, ok?"

Those words almost made Arthur smile dryly.

Hang on with the dark.

That's what he's feeling right now. Or to be exact almost seven years ago since he experienced blindness the first time. The blindness he experienced was not due to an accident or mere coincidence, but was indeed made by someone.

Arthur had employed a maid at his house in the past, who turned out to be a spy for someone out to bring him down. After he investigated the matter further, it turned out that the person was related to his stepmother.

With how tightly he kept his mouth shut, his stepmother shouldn't have known that he had realized what she was doing.

That cunning woman was able to influence his father in the past to leave his mother. Even making fake notes to convince the father that his mother had been having an affair and prove that Arthur wasn't his real son—even if that was just a lie. It's just a twisted fact.

Now, even if Arthur knew he was Luther Finnegan's biological son, there was no point in him proving that. After all sooner or later he will leave this family. He was really going to leave after his business was done.

He had to endure until that day.

"Careful, it's still hot." Livy warned. "Come on, open your mouth."

Even though he couldn't see, Arthur knew from the warm steam of the food that the spoon was already in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth obediently.

"How?" Livy looked at him.

"Not hot."

Livy clicked her tongue. "That's not it. I mean, the taste. How does it taste?"

Arthur coughed slightly from choking. Livy hurriedly gave him water to drink. "It tastes a little different from what I'm used to."

Livy's eyes lit up and she seemed to be waiting for Arthur to continue.

"Good."

"..."

"It's taste good and soft."

Livy's face blushed with embarrassment. "That's good. I feel like I used too much seasoning, I thought it would be salty."

"You made it?"

"Yeah. I'm used to cooking at home in the past. So I want to cook for you too," Livy answered rather proudly.

Arthur was momentarily stunned before taking another mouthful from Livy.

What Arthur said wasn't purely to comfort others. According to him, Livy's dishes taste good and were acceptable to his tongue. He was used to eating bland dishes. He didn't know at first that Livy had gone and cooked for him, but he did realize that this wasn't his usual chef's make.

Livy stirred the porridge and lowered her head, asking shyly, "You don't mind if I cook for you, right? Trust me, I really can cook a lot of food. I'm used to it."

"No problem," Arthur answered with a serious face.

Livy was overjoyed in her heart. She gripped the tip of the spoon in her finger and felt like jumping for joy. In the end, she scooped up some more porridge, thinking of not disturbing Arthur with another meal.

"Who taught you to cook?" Arthur asked.

"I taught myself. At my aunt's house, cooking was my job. Brenda is a very picky eater, so I would cook anything she liked. I even knew everyone's favorites." Unknowingly, Livy said this with a slightly gloomy face.

Arthur could tell from her tone, even though Livy was gloomy, she was a bit nostalgic too.

"Then, how about you?"

"Hm?" Livy was confused.

"As for you ... what food do you like? Will someone else make it for you too?" Arthur repeated without haste.

Livy sighed. "No."

If Arthur could have seen her face, he would have seen the bitterness on her face. Questions may have touched the softest places that are easily hurt. And Arthur had wanted to do it on purpose.

"You care deeply about what other people like, but you don't care about what you like."

Livy didn't answer because the words were true. The last time someone asked what her favorite food was before her mother died, it was a long time ago. When she was in this house, almost every day the food menu that the chef made was her favorites.

That's right. On second thought, Livy felt it wasn't a coincidence.

She asked, "Eva always serves me my favorite food. How would she know? Is it a coincidence?"

***

A pot slammed down from above and slid down to the floor, the sound was so strong, it fell into pieces mixed with black earth. Not only the poor pots, the table, chairs and window panes and all the furniture of the house were smashed as if they were worthless.

Camile pleaded. "Wait! Wait! Enough! Don't break any more, please, don't break my stuff again."

A man standing at the very front smirked at her. He crouched down in front of her. "You said you'd pay it off this Sunday, so I came to collect it. But ... what did you say? You're asking me to give you another chance? Are you trying to test my patience?"

Brenda joined in on this and could only hug her legs and cry.

Her father—Travis Hare—was lying on the ground battered. An underling of the loan shark didn't let go and continued to beat him.

Camile clasped her hands together. "Sir, please. I will definitely pay it when I get the money. The situation is a bit complicated recently, I almost got the money, but a problem occurred."

"Don't fvcking care!" The man kicked a nearby table. "You promise, then I come, so pay your debt! Pay! I don't care about anything else."

Camile was so freaked out. "S-Sir, just put it this way, I-I will call you when the money is in my hands. I won't make you come in vain."

"Three days." The man didn't compromise. "Three days or I'll take the land title for this house."

“B-B-But three days is too …”

"What? What else do you want to negotiate with me? I've tolerated you so far, I've never been easy on others before."

Camile was terrified.

"Fine, if you think losing this house is unfortunate, how about your daughter become the bail?"

"My daughter? W-What do you mean?" Camile thought of the plausible possibility and was horrified.

Instead of answering, the debt collector man smiled meaningfully. He walked back and approached Brenda. When his hand reached out to grab Brenda's cheek, she immediately turned back.

The man chuckled with a lecherous face. "Even though she looks very young, but she can satisfy someone, right? I really like this one."

Camile widened her eyes.

Brenda who was pointed at immediately spat in the man's face and the man didn't look angry at all, instead brushing the drool off and licking it off.

"You are disgusting!" she shouted.

The man laughed. "I really like girls that are hard to get. What do you think, ma'am?"

"Mr. Gustavo, p-please, I promise I'll pay it off. Don't bother her." Camile was still cajoling.

Gustavo stood and turned to Camile, having previously given Brenda a wink. "Well. Fine. I'll give you one more chance, otherwise I'll marry your daughter. I want her. Don't worry, even if I marry her, she won't live in misery. Oh, or just think about it, I'm rich and powerful, if you give me your daughter, you will get a big profit. Not only will your debt be completely paid off, you will get a lot of money which I will give you later. Think about it."

This sentence made Camile speechless and lowered her head. Her eyes moved restlessly but her mind ran wild from being in a cornered situation.

"That's all. I will come back once you have made up your mind." Gustavo patted Camile who was sitting below on the shoulder, then looked down and whispered, "I really like her."

After a second pat, he left with a laugh that echoed far away. Five of his bodyguards overthrew her helpless husband.

"Useless! What kind of son of a bitch are you, huh?! Do you deserve to be called the head of the family! Look at what you're doing out there gambling! I don't care about this anymore! You pay that debt! I'll divorce you!" Camile emotionally beat the unconscious Travis and she screamed incoherently at the memory of her annoyance.

"Mom, this is also your fault! Why don't you just take the money from Arthur? Why are you so stubborn?!" Brenda was annoyed too and her face was still wet from crying.

"What did you say? Weren't you the one who forbade me to take the money? Because of your stupid idea to play a trick on Livy, now look what happened to us? Never mind getting the money again, they won't even look at us!" Camile shouted.

Brenda, who had almost forgotten what happened at the Arthur family's house that night, started to get angry again and really wanted to beat Livy to death.

During this time, she felt that she could compete with Livy because Livy was so weak. But why was Livy so strong now that she was by Arthur's side? Brenda still feels that Livy took her happiness away from her. She felt that Livy was always blessed with luck. This was not fair.

"I don't care about that anymore! Mom, just get the money first, I don't want to be that perverted man's wife!"

Camile, tired of screaming and angry, crouched wearily on the floor. Gustavo's words crept into her head, slowly sending her into a daze.

She kept repeating the word 'big profit' in her head.

"Mom? Why are you silent?" Brenda glanced at her mother again and felt something strange. But then she panicked. "M-Mom, you're not thinking anything bad, are you? You're not going to hand me over to that pervert, are you?"

Camile was dragging her feet, she was like a puppet that was about to run out of power. Her eyes were blank and she stood up before gripping Brenda's shoulder firmly.

"Brenda, my sweetheart, you want to marry a rich man, don't you? You do? Let's do it. Mr. Gustavo is rich too, come on, you marry him, ok?"

... to be continued ...

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