Rushed straight here, only to go see Cecil first?
Edmond let out a cold scoff.
Sheila asked him, "Have you eaten? Do you need me to grab you something?"
"No!"
"Then what do you need me to do?"
"I don't need anything!"
She looked at him in confusion. "Then what's the point of me being your caregiver? Should I just leave?"
Edmond's expression turned even more sour.
"I agreed to your terms, and you're the one saying you don't need anything. Don't go back on your word later!"
"I said I don't need anything right now," Edmond snapped coldly. "You made a promise, and you're going to see it through. The doctor said I need to stay for ten days."
"Ten days?" Sheila was stunned. "Wasn't it seven?"
"Are you the doctor? Do you make the rules?"
Sheila bit her tongue.
She didn't want to argue with him.
It was entirely pointless and would only leave her infuriated.
She chose to stay quiet.
"Pour me a glass of water."
It wasn't long before Edmond issued a command.
Sheila stood up and poured the water.
Once done, she handed it to him.
He refused to take it.
"What, do I need to hand-feed it to you?" she huffed.
He looked up at her. "How's the temperature?"
"I eyeballed it. It should be fine."
"'Should be'? If it burns me, can you afford the damages?"
"You are unbelievable..." she muttered. "Should I go buy a thermometer then?"
"Figure it out yourself!"
Sheila suddenly remembered taking a sip yesterday before handing him the glass.
The realization hit her late—did that count as an indirect kiss?
She just needed to endure it. Ten days would pass in the blink of an eye.
She said, "If you actually feel guilty, let me call Tilly."
Surprisingly, Edmond didn't say anything harsh this time. He just looked at her and asked, "Does Tilly really hold that much sway over you?"
Sheila understood what he was implying.
Even now, he was probably still questioning why she had agreed to his three demands.
Was it really just because of the little girl?
To be honest, even Sheila hadn't expected to go to these lengths for a child she'd only met a handful of times.
But the affection and heartache she felt for the girl were undeniable.
Especially after learning that Jewel Baker wasn't her mother, and that her real mother might no longer be around...
It gave Sheila a strange, tugging sensation in her chest.
She countered, "What else would it be? You think I did it for you? Mr. Halley, I never realized you were this narcissistic."
Edmond's face darkened, and he didn't speak for a long time.
She watched him for a moment before asking, "Are you going to drink the water or not?"
Suddenly, he said, "Bring me my jacket."

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