The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again novel Chapter 211

211 Side Story: Chonky Thief 

All this working out and what did I get in the end? I fell ill! 

Amelie tried to sneakily look at the numbers on the thermometer but Liam snatched it too quickly, pulling it away from her. With a long sigh, he looked down at his wife, his eyes almost tearing up. “How did you manage to fall ill? I mean, it’s spring and there is this nasty cold going around, but even Oscar is well!” 

The boy pecked from behind the door, his pretty face distorted with a worried expression. 

Amelie sighed as well. “It is good that he is not sick so please keep him away from here; I want him to remain healthy” 

Her sentence ended with a loud cough which scared Oscar who darted back into the hallway, hiding behind a tall flower vase. Liam sighed again and tucked his wife under a soft blanket. “Get some more rest, alright? Dr. Johnson left you some medicine, but she insisted you only take it after you eat, so I am going to take care of that now.” 

Amelie shot him a rather uncertain look which disappointed the man, but he allowed her such audacity since she was ill. 

Having made sure his wife was warm and cozy, he left the bedroom, then walked up to Oscar, and picked him up, holding him in his strong arms. 

“Alright, little fellow. Our Lily is sick so as the men of the house, we have to take care of her to help her recover faster. Will you help me with this important mission?” 

Oscar’s eyes glistened with excitement. He nodded his head, spreading his pouty lips into a wide smile and Liam patted him on the head. “Very well then, let’s start!” 

As the two of them stood in the kitchen, Liam rolled his eyes when yet another suppressed giggle seeped into the room. The maids, whom he kicked out of the space, still spied on them as instructed by the chef, and it was utterly impossible for them not to laugh. 

Indeed, their joy was understandable: Liam and his son stood before the cooking table, wrapped in colorful aprons, and Oscar even had the honor of wearing the chef’s hat which was much too big for his head and kept sliding down on his eyes. 

“Chicken broth…” Liam’s eyes ran over the page of the cooking book left for him by the chef. It past, was a simple meal to make, especially for someone who had taken cooking classes in the p but since today he had a little helper by his side, the task was beginning to seem rather daunting. 

“Oscar” he addressed his son and fixed his hat again, “I will take care of most of the stuff, but you are still in charge of the most important task—tasting! We can’t let mommy eat a bad broth, right?” 

Oscar nodded, his expression turning serious which only made his father laugh. “Let’s begin!” As Liam started preparing both the chicken and the vegetables for the broth, Oscar sat on the chair next to him. carefully observing his father’s every move. From time to time. Liam would by Thiel 

give Oscar a piece of carrot or salary and the boy gladly chewed on them, continuing his observation.