My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 356

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: A Rope Breaks at Its Weakest Point

But his observations over the past two days revealed the girl was utterly destitute.

She seemed to work in the back of a restaurant kitchen. Although her fingernails were cut short, they were caked with grease underneath.

Her hands weren’t exactly greasy, but they always had an oily sheen whenever she held them out, as if they had never been truly clean.

Her face was young and smooth, but it was also smudged with grime, as if she never washed it thoroughly.

Her hair was even worse. It was always tied back in the same ponytail, so greasy it shone.

But what was most noticeable were her shoes.

He didn’t know if someone had given them to her or if she’d found them, but they didn’t fit.

They were large and loose, threatening to slip off with every step.

The shoes were supposed to be white, but their edges were caked in dust and grease. He couldn’t tell if she simply had no time to scrub them or if the stains were permanent. They also gave off a faint, foul odor.

But even so, she was his entire world, his sole provider.

Damien Vaughn was in no position to be picky. Suppressing his nausea, he took a sip.

It was plain water mixed with breadcrumbs, a taste that defied description.

But Sherry was right. At least it wouldn’t kill him.

He blinked at Sherry. Getting the signal, she bent over and ordered, "Open your mouth."

Damien Vaughn obediently opened his mouth, and she placed a few pills inside.

Damien Vaughn tilted his head, took a sip of water, and swallowed the pills.

Sherry then lifted his blanket and began arranging things beneath him.

She bunched up the bedding beneath him to form a hollow, nestled the bowl inside to keep it steady, then took hold of him and aimed him into it.

"Drink if you’re thirsty. If you need to go, go in here. I’ll empty it when I get back. I’ll bring back something good to eat tonight. I’m off."

Once Sherry left, another whole day passed.

Damien Vaughn drifted in and out of consciousness. It felt like he’d waited an entire century before that familiar sliver of light finally appeared again.

He realized that in the short span of three days, he had somehow come to recognize Sherry’s footsteps and grown accustomed to her frail form.

He felt a surge of joy the moment she appeared, bringing the smell of grease with her.

Today, Sherry had swiped a piece of steak, two slices of smoked salmon, and a carton of milk for him.

The moment he saw her take out the food, Damien Vaughn’s eyes lit up uncontrollably.

But he could sense that Sherry was hungry, too.

’She’s so thin she could be described as malnourished. She probably hasn’t had a proper meal in a very long time.’

’Perhaps this was her own dinner, and she was sharing it with me.’

Sherry held the steak to his lips, but he stopped after a single bite.

"Why aren’t you eating? Is it bad?"

Sherry took a bite of the steak herself.

It was tender, juicy, and unbelievably delicious.

"You won’t even eat this? Then what do you want?"

Damien Vaughn looked at her with a complicated expression, and Sherry quickly understood.

A flash of her usual impatience returned.

"You don’t need to worry about me. Just eat up, get better, and get out of here. Stop making trouble for me. It’s so annoying!"

Damien Vaughn noted that the young woman really did have a bad temper.

’But she was right,’ he thought. ’The only way I can truly help her is to recover as quickly as possible.’

After that, he drank every drop of water Sherry brought him and ate every last bite of the food she gave him.

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