Chapter 577

I cast my eyes downward and replied indifferently, "I won’t die so easily."

At this very moment, I regretted very much joining this meal. Would it not be better if I had just

stayed at home?

Why did I come out and suffer when it was winter...

Petra looked guilty. "I’m really sorry, Wanda. I didn't know that she'd do this. If I'd known earlier, I

wouldn't have let her hurt you."

I let out a perfunctory smile at her, then looked at Theo. "Are you done with your discussion with Mr.

Louis?"

He nodded. "Let's go home now."

Munchkin had already fallen asleep in his arms. Even after taking a hot bath, I still felt a little cold. I

wanted t o hold him but could only hold myself back.

The attendant brought a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup into the room and Petra quickly said, "You

must have caught a cold, Wanda. Have some hot soup to warm yourself up."

As soon as she said that, Cindy, who had been standing on one side, rushed over and snatched the

soup from the attendant, splashing it toward me.

I was caught off guard by her sudden action and had n o time to react at all. Fortunately, Theo stood

in front o f me in time and the hot soup splashed on his back instead.

I looked up, staring dazedly at him. "Theo..."

His expression was terrifyingly sullen. Jerome walked over and said, "I'll carry the child."

After Theo placed the child in his arms, I grabbed his arm and said anxiously, "Take off your clothes.

I'll see i f there are any burns.”

He turned around to look at Cindy with endless coldness in his eyes. Even though he did not say a

word, the cold aura emanating from his body was enough to leave anyone shocked.

The attendant said with trepidation, "I'll get a change o f clothes for you, Mr. Grant.”

Cindy was clearly the instigator, but she stood there putting on an extremely aggrieved look.

"Have you gone mad?" Petra raised her hand and struck her on the face.

The crisp sound of a slap sounded. Cindy covered half of her face that was hit and looked

incredulously at Petra. "Did you just hit me for that b*tch?"

"Watch your mouth!” Petra's gaze was stern. "I told you to stay in the hospital to recuperate but you

refused to and insisted on coming over to make a scene. Do you think life for us is still as

comfortable as it used to?"

She was born a commoner, and getting to where she was today was no easy feat. Therefore, her

rage was truly frightening. Cindy quivered a little, but because she felt truly aggrieved, she retorted,

"Mom, why should I stay in the hospital when I'm as fit as a fiddle?”

After a pause, she continued, "You and Dad have been treating me differently ever since Wanda

injured me. You weren't like this before. Can you tell me why? Did

I make a mistake?"

She started crying after saying that.

Her cries were so loud that Munchkin was awoken by i t. He pouted and started wailing as well.

Jerome could not coax him no matter what. I took Munchkin from him and looked at Petra and

Cindy. "I won’t be participating in your family affairs, Petra. It's late now so we’ll be making a move

first. This has been a... joyous meal."

Having said that, I left while carrying Munchkin in my arms without a single expression on my face.

Grayson, who had been keeping silent the whole time, finally opened his mouth and said, "Cindy, I

hired a psychiatrist for you because your mental state isn’t well. The southern suburbs are quiet and

conducive for your treatment, so you’ll stay there for now."

"I don’t want to go there! Why can’t I go home..."

Behind me, I heard the noise of the family arguing. As I was not interested to hear what they were

saying, I quickly walked toward the elevator.

I stopped when I reached the elevator door. Theo changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

He walked up to me and took my shoulders. "Let’s go home."

We walked out of the hotel and got in the car. Theo blandly asked, "Why aren't you asking me if I

was scalded and if I'm in pain?"

I looked at him with a smile in my eyes. "Are you scalded? Does it hurt?"