Bonnie slept until the afternoon. She yawned as she went downstairs. Then, she saw Sydney and Gunnar sitting on the couch chatting with Sigmund. The trio laughed as they talked, creating a wholesome atmosphere.
However, Sydney and Gunnar’s expressions stiffened when they saw Bonnie. It shattered the trio’s harmonious moment.
Sigmund noticed the duo’s expressions and realized something was amiss. When he turned and saw Bonnie, his expression softened and turned tender. “Bonnie, you’re up! Are you hungry? I’ll tell the chef to prepare some food for you.”
She smiled and shook her head. “That’s okay. Grandpa. I slept for so long that I lost my appetite. I just need to rest for a while more. I’ll join you for dinner, though.”
“Hey, you can’t just starve yourself,” Sigmund said before yelling toward the back, “Alfred! Tell the chef to prepare some spaghetti for Bonnie! We need to put some food in her belly!” Ads by PubFuture
Alfred peered out from a corner and immediately responded, “Right away. Mr. Sigmund.”
He was about to head to the kitchen when Sigmund added, “Wait, Bonnie says she doesn’t have much appetite. Tell the chef to make something light. Don’t make the food too oily.”
“Understood, sir. I’ll tell the chef.” Alfred said before striding toward the kitchen.
Since Sigmund had said so, Bonnie did not argue. Instead, she sat beside him and snacked on some fruit slices.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
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Sydney was already furious when she saw Bonnie coming down the stairs. The former felt much more rageful as she watched Bonnie enjoy the fruits.
“Dad, have you met anyone with a daughter-in-law who sleeps until the afternoon? vor works hard daily, yet she doesn’t even consider helping She’s a sloth, so why did you tell the chef to prepare food for her? In my opinion, you should let her starve. That’ll teach her to sleep in.”
Sydney sounded like an annoying aunt lecturing her niece. Her hateful tone was unmistakable.
At that moment, Bonnie glared at Sydney and said sarcastically, “What, you’ve never slept in once because you felt sick? Did Gunnar punish you by starving you to death if you did? That must be why you’re veriting your frustrations on me. You must want me to suffer the same mistreatment you did.”
“Why would my husband do anything like that?!” Sydney retorted, “Also, are you sick? You look fit as a fiddle with your rosy cheeks, you little brat.” Bonnie scoffed. “I didn’t know you’re capable of telling whether or not someone’s sick based on their looks alone. You’re making the miracle doctor look like a chump.”
Sydney’s face reddened, and her breathing became unstable.
Gunnar noticed the fury in his wife’s eyes and patted her hand to comfort her. He said, “Dad, you shouldn’t dote on Bonnie so much. She might start acting like a spoiled brat before you know it. I’m Ivor’s uncle and am upset on his behalf for marrying someone like her. I’m sure he’s frustrated, too.”
Suddenly, Ivor’s voice sounded behind, “Feel free to get upset, Uncle Gunnar, but that’s your opinion. I’ve never regretted marrying Bonnie. Instead, I’m delighted to dote on my wife. I’d give her the world if I could.
*Please never speak for me again, Uncle Gunnar. I’d hate for you to drive a wedge between me and my wife.”
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