Chapter 96 Am I stupid?


    Wendy got up to packed the chicken soup. After getting changed soon, she went downstairs.


    She first bought some medicines in a pharmacy near hermunity, then she took a taxi to Charles


    family''s vi quickly.


    After a few moment''s hesitation, Wendy rang the doorbell.


    The servant opened the door for her.


    After walking for full three minutes, Wendy finally arrived at the front door of Henson''s vi.


    Donald was waiting for her at the entrance. "Miss Evans, pleasee in."


    "Sorry to disturb you at such ate time. "


    "Never mind. Miss Evans. We are happy to see you here."


    "Where''s Henson now? "


    "He is in the study upstairs now."


    Wendy then passed the soup to Donald. "Donald, can you help me to pour the chicken soup out into a


    bowl? This is for Henson. "


    "Okay, alright, I will take care of it. You can go to find him directly."


    Wendy nodded to him and went inside the room. She then went upstairs and knocked on the door of


    the study.


    "Come in."


    Wendy pushed the door open. Henson''splexion was… not bad. Wendy smiled and thought.


    "Should I say, surprise?" Henson raised his eyebrows to see her.


    Wendy was guilty to walk forward. She then took out a box of medicine and put it on his desk.


    "This is for you."


    Henson looked at the name of the medicine box. He smiled and asked, "You didn''t call me. But how do


    you know that I''m sick?"


    "Um… I heard it from Howell when I called him about the school. "


    "So, you called Howell not me?"


    Wendy pouted, feeling more guilty. "Um…"


    She scratched her eyebrows and did not how to reply this.


    "What? Feeling guilty? "


    "I thought you woulde to have dinner."


    "But I didn''t show up, and you still didn''t call me?"


    Wendy curled her lips, "Henson, when others tried to make up with you, can''t you just ept their


    apology? I am here to see you now. Don''t you think it’s better than a call? "


    "If I were not ill, I''m afraid you still wouldn''te."


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    Well... It''s true.


    At the door, Donald knocked on the door and got in. "Mr. Charles, this is the chicken soup from Miss


    Evans for you.