"Let's eat."
After placing her empty cup on the table, Sherilyn gestured towards the breakfast in front of him.
"Alright..."
Gilbert nodded, lowering his head to eat. Suddenly, he sniffed, "What's that smell?"
"Can't you tell?"
Sherilyn gave him a quick look and pointed towards the door leading from the kitchen to the backyard. "It's your medicine."
"Oh."
Gilbert nodded, his brow furrowing slightly.
Sherilyn explained, "This servant, Mr. Harrison brought him over from the main house. He's been up since before dawn preparing it. It should be ready by now..."
As she spoke, the servant came over with a tray.
On the tray was an ivory-white porcelain bowl filled with a thick, potent concoction.
"Mr. Nine," the servant placed the porcelain bowl in front of Gilbert, "your medicine."
Sherilyn couldn't help but frown at the strong medicinal odor; just the smell alone was enough to suggest its bitterness.
"This thing..." Gilbert's adam's apple bobbed, showing his reluctance, "Do I really have to drink it?"
"Just have it."
Sherilyn urged softly, "Medicine needs to be taken warm, it loses its effectiveness when it cools down."
This was also what the doctor had advised her yesterday.
"Fine..."
Gilbert grimaced, picking up the medicine bowl.
"Wait!"
Sherilyn caught his arm, standing up quickly, "Just hang on a sec."
With that, she turned and darted away.
"Sherilyn?" Gilbert looked puzzled. Where had she gone?
In no time, Sherilyn returned, holding a lollipop, unwrapping it right in front of Gilbert.
Then, she motioned with her hand.
"Drink up."
"Okay..." Gilbert managed a weak smile, obediently lifting the bowl.
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