Chapter 90


    Once John gives his blessing for my marriage with Pierre, everything will be set in stone!


    When she stepped out from the bathroom, she was shocked to see Pierre standing in the room.


    “Pierre? W-Why are you home?” The thought of showing her current unkempt appearance to him


    made her uneasy.


    However, Pierre didn’t seem to be bothered at all. “I came back to see Jamie.”


    On the other hand, Jameson was fast asleep. He had been running a fever for three days straight,


    so he had lost his appetite. Any food he took would end up being vomited. Hence, he had lost a


    huge amount of weight and his sickly face looked pitiful.


    “It took Jamie some time to fall asleep. This is the third day of his fever, and he doesn’t show any


    other symptoms. So, the doctor concluded that he likely has Rose. His fever should be gone by


    today, so don''t worry about it. If you’re busy, you should head back to the office. I will take care of


    everything.”


    Acting her role of a gentle wife and mother, Meredith covered her mouth and coughed weakly to


    gain his sympathy.


    With that, she sessfully attracted his attention, but when he noticed her worn-out face, he still


    failed to show any emotion. “You must have been tired after taking care of him for three days in a


    row. Why don’t you take a rest?”


    She wanted to reply to him, but Cora’s entrance interrupted her. The servant whispered to him,


    “Young Master Pierre, you’re here! Have you had lunch? If you haven’t, do you want to eat with


    Miss Yard?”


    “It’s fine. I had lunch.”


    “Great. Miss Yard, the food is ready. Please go for lunch and leave everything to me.”


    Ah! Cora, why did you enter at the wrong time? Meredith grumbled silently because she had


    nned to spend more time with Pierre. However, Jameson’s condition was stable at the moment


    and she did not have a reason to skip lunch, so she had no choice but to nod and leave.


    In Meredith’s absence, Cora stole a quick nce at Pierre and hastily showered praises for the


    young mistress. “Young Master Pierre, Miss Yard is the perfect wife and mother! She has been


    taking care of Young Master Jamie without the slightest bit ofint. Look at her now; she’s


    gotten so exhausted because she did everything by herself that she seemed to have thinned. She


    doesn’t even act like a stuck-up movie star. Even Old Mr. Fowler is very satisfied with her!”


    However, her enthusiasm was greeted with silence. Realizing that she shouldn’t ramble on, she


    turned her focus to her work.


    In the bed, Jameson slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Pierre, his lips moved a little. Noticing


    his movement, Cora went up to fuss over him. “Young Master Jamie, you’re awake! Are you


    hungry? Do you need some food?”


    Jameson merely took a look at Cora and turned his attention to Pierre. “Daddy, I want to eat


    pineapple rice.”


    Cora was visibly taken aback. “Pineapple rice? Young Master Jamie, you have never tried that


    before, have you?”


    As she was the person-in-charge of their menu, she was very knowledgeable about the foods that


    he had tried before.


    Now, however, only Pierre knew that Jameson had tried pineapple rice before; Selena was the one


    who prepared that for him.


    “Young Master Jamie, should I prepare some chicken noodle soup for you?”


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    Pierre noticed that Jameson was upset at the suggestion, so he gestured at Cora, who took the hint


    and left the room.


    After struggling with fever for a few days, Jameson became hot-tempered, especially when he was


    barred from consuming certain food and activities due to his sickness.


    “Daddy, it’s so noisy around here. They’re so annoying,” Jamesonined to his father while


    pouting.


    He had probably never thought that he would one day vent his frustration at his usually emotionless


    father, but since he couldn’t find anyone to listen to him for these few days, he didn’t have anyone to


    talk to.


    “Do you want to go out?”


    “I want to leave the house and y outside. I’m dying of boredom here, but the servants would not


    let me leave. I am also forced to eat soup noodles and veggies every day.”


    Jameson pouted and tears welled up in his eyes. After he threw up his food, he was only served


    tiny portions of soups and vegetables, much to his disappointment and disgust.