My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 410

Christina was burning. She rolled over and over uncomfortably, gave a faint moan, and mumbled, "I'm not hungry..." Her cheeks were ruddy.

"You must have been all tired out in Switzerland. What's more, you got soaked in the rain at noon..."

Betty took out a thermometer and measured Christina's temperature, nagging.

"You are too skinny. You might easily get sick."

Finally, she sighed. Christina used to be in good health before she married into the Hopkins family.

Betty went downstairs and told Donald about Christina's illness. The fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit was not particularly serious for adults. But Mrs. Dickens was still worried and said, "Why did she suddenly fall sick?"

Donald's face was gloomy, and a wave of inexplicable anger took hold of him.

"What did she get from marrying into the Hopkins family? Look how she is afflicted by illness!"

He had objected to the marriage from the beginning. He did not care about the high position and great wealth of the Hopkins family. All Patrick had given her was sufferings in their one-year marriage.

Betty also felt a little complicated.

"Christina has been in excellent health since she was a child. She rarely gets sick... Should we take her to the hospital for an injection of antipyretic?" Mrs. Dickens suggested.

Betty took some alcohol and antipyretics and went upstairs, busy tending to Christina. She poked her head and said, "She doesn't want to go to the hospital."

"I think she'll be fine. Patrick gave her alcohol rubs and put a fever patch on her forehead. Now her body temperature is 100 degrees. Let her sleep for a while. Her fever should be gone soon."

Christina's grandfather was General Eisenhower. She was his only granddaughter. Ever since she was born, she had been favored, so she became willful and courageous. But she was also raised by high standards in dealing with people and physical exercise, so she rarely got sick growing up. It was strange that she suddenly had a fever.

This provoked some resentment of the Dickens family against the Hopkins family. Thinking of this, Betty could not help but sigh.

They didn't go out to eat. Betty cooked something casual as dinner.

"When she wakes up later, ask her to eat some porridge and take some antipyretics."

Betty was cooking porridge when she saw Patrick coming down the stairs. "Patrick, let's have dinner first..."

Patrick ignored her and strode out of the door.

Betty looked at his back in surprise. She didn't know where he was going, nor did she dare to stop him. Although he was nominally the son-in-law of the Dickens family, he was also the Young Master Hopkins. She could not utter a word of complaint.

After all, Christina counted as marrying above herself into the Hopkins family. They were not well-matched in social and economic status.

Mrs. Dickens bit her tongue. She sat at the table and looked at the simple dishes. Inevitably, she felt a little inferior.

The Hopkins family lived an extravagant life, so it seemed unbecoming to serve Patrick with these home-cooked dishes. Especially now that the Dickens family had suffered a decline in family fortunes, she felt that Patrick would look down on them.

The old lady sighed too.

Donald slammed his chopsticks on the table and said angrily, "Betty, go and lock the door. Don't let any outsider in."

Betty was in a dilemma. She knew that Donald was clearly venting his anger on the Hopkins family and didn't want Patrick to come into the house.

She had just stood up when the door was suddenly opened.

A strange man came in, wearing a restaurant uniform and holding a large cardboard box carefully with both hands. He asked, "Sir, where do you should I put the takeout?"

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Donald's face darkened as he saw the stranger enter his house without knocking. He immediately took his crutch and walked over quickly, snarling.

Seeing that he was walking so fast with his crutch, Betty was afraid that he would fall down in a fit of anger. She quickly ran over, supported him, and frowned at the delivery man.

"We didn't order takeout..."

Before Betty could finish speaking, there were footsteps on the other side of this door. Turning around, she saw another delivery man come in with a large cardboard box in his hands. "These are soups. Where do you want them?"

"Who ordered this?"

"The gentleman outside..."

Finally, Patrick came in, also with a large carton of takeout in his hands.

The food in these three large boxes filled the dining table, the coffee table, and even the tv cabinet. There was no space left in the living room.

The two delivery men put down the food and said warmly, "Have a good dinner." Then they left quickly.

Betty was a little befuddled. There were so many different kinds of food, soup, porridge, fried food, steamed food, rice noodles, steamed buns, red beans in syrup, and even ice cream.

Donald was also confused, but he recognized the logo of the restaurant. It's the favorite restaurant of his picky daughter.

Patrick didn't say anything. He strode up to the second floor.

Donald's face was still gloomy. He urged, "Betty, go up and take a look. She just has a fever. What is he fiddling about?"

Betty sighed. Patrick had become heinous to Donald. She followed Patrick. It went without saying that Patrick had bought these for Christina.

"No."

As soon as Betty entered the room, she heard a murmur coming from inside, "No." Christina's eyes remained closed as if she was too lazy to open them. She refused to eat.

"Eat some porridge before taking the antipyretic..."

"No."

"Whatever you want, it's downstairs..."

Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the sick woman on the bed. His voice was very soft as if it was the first time he tried to please a woman.

Betty was shocked to see this.

She had never seen Patrick so gentle. He was asking about what she wanted in a low and patient voice.

"Rice noodles, soup noodles?" He was still bargaining.