Just as she sat down, a slightly thirsty Zirwenie reached for the tea in front of her, but Patrick snatched it away. "Hey, wait a minute. This tea has gone cold. Xiao Yang, ask the waiter to bring a cup of warm boiled water…"
"Understood!" Oliver stood up and walked toward the door.
"Ah, no need, no need… Auntie is fine…"
"How can you be fine? It's not like you're alone now; you can't just brush it off like that…" Patrick moved Zirwenie's teacup aside and pushed the snacks in front of her.
Listening to Patrick's words, Zirwenie wondered, not alone? What did that mean? Did he know something? That shouldn't be possible, right? No one would know; how could he know?
"Here, here, the boiled water is here…" Oliver took the water from the waiter and placed it in front of Zirwenie. "Expecting mother, drink up…"
Oliver's words nearly made Zirwenie fall off her chair. "Wh-what?"
