Steal Coen's health? Nicholai's brows only rose at the notion. The matter might be troublesome, but he was quite curious as to how Megan was supposed to steal the boy's health. It's just that Darius instantly glared at the head of the little girl. She didn't take another second to feel its intensity before she withered like a dried plant.
Megan only held her head as if shielding it from Darius's glare. "But Mabel got sick because of them. Daddy, I will do the same!"
"Do you think… you can sit with Rica and say that to her face?" Darius crossed his arms on his chest. He hid the victorious grin that rose the very moment Megan gasped and turned to her father. "Megan, doing that won't make Mabel feel any better. If you want to help him, let's go to the kitchen and make something for him. He's sick. What do you do to sick people?"
"Nurse them back to health!"
"How do you do that?"
