“Young Master Keith gave me that card so I could get Jenna a congratulatory present. Since it wasn’t my money, I didn’t spend it at all! That aside, I can’t make the call so don’t even think of taking any of his money!” retorted Xavia whose chin was slightly raised.
Upon hearing that, Zivon’s glare slowly softened as he replied, “…Is that so? Then in order to compensate me, I’ll have you sleep with Maison for the next few nights. His mind hasn’t been kind to him lately…”
Before Xavia could even think about refusing, Zivon had already left…
Still, what did he mean by that? What had happened to Maison? Was he lying again…? Even if he was, Xavia couldn’t help but feel worried. With that in mind, the second the ball ended, she immediately headed home and brought Yulia over to Zivon’s place…
Upon seeing Maison, Xavia—who wanted to test whether Zivon was really lying—deliberately asked, “Is your stomach unwell again, Maison…?”
Her question made Maison subtly roll his eyes. Had Daddy seriously said that he was sick again? Should he start a forum online, stating, ‘Daddy keeps cursing me to fall sick. Should I conduct a DNA test to see if we’re really blood-related?’
All jokes aside, Maison knew he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to this. He may as well put on a show for Daddy! With that in mind, Maison slowly nodded before saying, “It’s not just my tummy… I keep having nightmares that hinder my sleep as well… Adding that to the fact that I keep losing my appetite… Do you think I’m dying soon, Aunt…?”
“You most certainly are not! You’re healthy and cute, so you’ll only die once you’re old enough! That aside, has Uncle Zayne checked on you?” exclaimed Xavia who now felt guilty for doubting her son.
“He has… He said that all this stems from my mental disorder, and that I need to start taking psychiatric medicine…”
“…Psychiatric medicine? Are things really that bad…?” asked Xavia who felt that Maison was quite healthy.
In response, Maison replied, “Well… I just get really sad when I see you together with Brother Keith… It makes me even more depressed when I realize that I’ll eventually have to call you, ‘sis’ and Little Bun, ‘daughter…’”
Xavia nearly choked in shock when she heard that. So the child had done all this just so that he could continue trying to get Zivon and her together?! How on earth was she going to make him stop…?
Just as Xavia was starting to feel a headache coming, Yulia piped in, “…Huh? Why would you need to call me, ‘daughter,’ Brother Maison?”
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