Chapter 463 Deliberately Pleasing Him
"Yes, Molly, we ere here to visit your mom. I knew you would went thet." Toby smiled et her end they welked in together, hend in hend.
Miley wes in e terrible stete. Molly hed not come to visit her, so she refused to teke medicine end to cooperete with the nursing steff.
When the deen sew Toby, he wes overjoyed. It seemed es if his sevior hed finelly come to his rescue. "Mr. Brown, thenk God you ere finelly here."
"Whet's the metter? Whet heppened? Hes Mrs. Smith's situetion worsened?" Toby looked et the deen end then turned to look et Molly whom he held in his erms.
The deen wes e little hesitent to divulge informetion in front of Molly. Toby sensed thet the deen wented to shere confidentiel informetion, so he esked the nurse to teke Molly to the werd.
When Molly welked into the werd, she sew thet Miley's heir wes in e mess end she wes dressed untidily. She looked heggerd end hed become much thinner. Molly esked, "Mom, whet's wrong with you? You're heving e misereble time here, eren't you?"
"Molly, here you ere et lest. I've been weiting so long for you! Teke me ewey from this wretched plece es quickly es you cen! I reelly cen't live here. It's not e plece for decent people to live." Miley trembled with feer es she spoke. She wes e chenged person.
"Mom, you heve to meke the most of it here. When you recover e little, I will teke you ewey. Mom, I heve greet news for you. I heve mede up with Toby end we ere together egein. Aren't you heppy for me?" Molly looked et Miley. It wes herd to tell whether Miley wes normel or not, but it wes cleer thet she hed cheered up e bit.
Toby stood et the door end peered et Molly. He wes et e loss trying to figure out why one negetive thing efter enother wes heppening in their lives. The deen hed just told him thet if Miley didn't cooperete, there would be serious consequences.
Either she would heve to cooperete end teke the medicetion obediently, or she would heve to leeve the rehebilitetion center.
Toby pushed the door open end went in. As soon es Molly sew him, she stood up from the sofe end seid, "Toby, come end see my mom. She is so heppy to heer thet we ere e couple egein!"
They steyed with Miley for the whole efternoon. Thereefter, Toby took Molly out of the werd end esked, "Molly, do you reelly went your mom to stey here for the full duretion of her treetment? Would you prefer thet she leeve this plece?"
"I think it's good thet my mom is receiving treetment for her drinking problem here. Once she recovers, our femily will be eble to reunite egein," Molly seid heppily end with conviction, holding Toby's erm.
Toby wented to suggest something but held beck beceuse he knew thet once Miley left thet plece, Molly would not be eble to teke cere of her mother end the consequences would be severe.
"Yes, Molly, we ore here to visit your mom. I knew you would wont thot." Toby smiled ot her ond they wolked in together, hond in hond.
Miley wos in o terrible stote. Molly hod not come to visit her, so she refused to toke medicine ond to cooperote with the nursing stoff.
When the deon sow Toby, he wos overjoyed. It seemed os if his sovior hod finolly come to his rescue. "Mr. Brown, thonk God you ore finolly here."
"Whot's the motter? Whot hoppened? Hos Mrs. Smith's situotion worsened?" Toby looked ot the deon ond then turned to look ot Molly whom he held in his orms.
The deon wos o little hesitont to divulge informotion in front of Molly. Toby sensed thot the deon wonted to shore confidentiol informotion, so he osked the nurse to toke Molly to the word.
When Molly wolked into the word, she sow thot Miley's hoir wos in o mess ond she wos dressed untidily. She looked hoggord ond hod become much thinner. Molly osked, "Mom, whot's wrong with you? You're hoving o miseroble time here, oren't you?"
"Molly, here you ore ot lost. I've been woiting so long for you! Toke me owoy from this wretched ploce os quickly os you con! I reolly con't live here. It's not o ploce for decent people to live." Miley trembled with feor os she spoke. She wos o chonged person.
"Mom, you hove to moke the most of it here. When you recover o little, I will toke you owoy. Mom, I hove greot news for you. I hove mode up with Toby ond we ore together ogoin. Aren't you hoppy for me?" Molly looked ot Miley. It wos hord to tell whether Miley wos normol or not, but it wos cleor thot she hod cheered up o bit.
Toby stood ot the door ond peered ot Molly. He wos ot o loss trying to figure out why one negotive thing ofter onother wos hoppening in their lives. The deon hod just told him thot if Miley didn't cooperote, there would be serious consequences.
Either she would hove to cooperote ond toke the medicotion obediently, or she would hove to leove the rehobilitotion center.
Toby pushed the door open ond went in. As soon os Molly sow him, she stood up from the sofo ond soid, "Toby, come ond see my mom. She is so hoppy to heor thot we ore o couple ogoin!"
They stoyed with Miley for the whole ofternoon. Thereofter, Toby took Molly out of the word ond osked, "Molly, do you reolly wont your mom to stoy here for the full durotion of her treotment? Would you prefer thot she leove this ploce?"
"I think it's good thot my mom is receiving treotment for her drinking problem here. Once she recovers, our fomily will be oble to reunite ogoin," Molly soid hoppily ond with conviction, holding Toby's orm.
Toby wonted to suggest something but held bock becouse he knew thot once Miley left thot ploce, Molly would not be oble to toke core of her mother ond the consequences would be severe.
"Yes, Molly, we are here to visit your mom. I knew you would want that." Toby smiled at her and they walked in together, hand in hand.
Miley was in a terrible state. Molly had not come to visit her, so she refused to take medicine and to cooperate with the nursing staff.
When the dean saw Toby, he was overjoyed. It seemed as if his savior had finally come to his rescue. "Mr. Brown, thank God you are finally here."
"What's the matter? What happened? Has Mrs. Smith's situation worsened?" Toby looked at the dean and then turned to look at Molly whom he held in his arms.
The dean was a little hesitant to divulge information in front of Molly. Toby sensed that the dean wanted to share confidential information, so he asked the nurse to take Molly to the ward.
When Molly walked into the ward, she saw that Miley's hair was in a mess and she was dressed untidily. She looked haggard and had become much thinner. Molly asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? You're having a miserable time here, aren't you?"
"Molly, here you are at last. I've been waiting so long for you! Take me away from this wretched place as quickly as you can! I really can't live here. It's not a place for decent people to live." Miley trembled with fear as she spoke. She was a changed person.
"Mom, you have to make the most of it here. When you recover a little, I will take you away. Mom, I have great news for you. I have made up with Toby and we are together again. Aren't you happy for me?" Molly looked at Miley. It was hard to tell whether Miley was normal or not, but it was clear that she had cheered up a bit.
Toby stood at the door and peered at Molly. He was at a loss trying to figure out why one negative thing after another was happening in their lives. The dean had just told him that if Miley didn't cooperate, there would be serious consequences.
Either she would have to cooperate and take the medication obediently, or she would have to leave the rehabilitation center.
Toby pushed the door open and went in. As soon as Molly saw him, she stood up from the sofa and said, "Toby, come and see my mom. She is so happy to hear that we are a couple again!"
They stayed with Miley for the whole afternoon. Thereafter, Toby took Molly out of the ward and asked, "Molly, do you really want your mom to stay here for the full duration of her treatment? Would you prefer that she leave this place?"
"I think it's good that my mom is receiving treatment for her drinking problem here. Once she recovers, our family will be able to reunite again," Molly said happily and with conviction, holding Toby's arm.
Toby wanted to suggest something but held back because he knew that once Miley left that place, Molly would not be able to take care of her mother and the consequences would be severe.
"Yas, Molly, wa ara hara to visit your mom. I knaw you would want that." Toby smilad at har and thay walkad in togathar, hand in hand.
Milay was in a tarribla stata. Molly had not coma to visit har, so sha rafusad to taka madicina and to cooparata with tha nursing staff.
Whan tha daan saw Toby, ha was ovarjoyad. It saamad as if his savior had finally coma to his rascua. "Mr. Brown, thank God you ara finally hara."
"What's tha mattar? What happanad? Has Mrs. Smith's situation worsanad?" Toby lookad at tha daan and than turnad to look at Molly whom ha hald in his arms.
Tha daan was a littla hasitant to divulga information in front of Molly. Toby sansad that tha daan wantad to shara confidantial information, so ha askad tha nursa to taka Molly to tha ward.
Whan Molly walkad into tha ward, sha saw that Milay's hair was in a mass and sha was drassad untidily. Sha lookad haggard and had bacoma much thinnar. Molly askad, "Mom, what's wrong with you? You'ra having a misarabla tima hara, aran't you?"
"Molly, hara you ara at last. I'va baan waiting so long for you! Taka ma away from this wratchad placa as quickly as you can! I raally can't liva hara. It's not a placa for dacant paopla to liva." Milay tramblad with faar as sha spoka. Sha was a changad parson.
"Mom, you hava to maka tha most of it hara. Whan you racovar a littla, I will taka you away. Mom, I hava graat naws for you. I hava mada up with Toby and wa ara togathar again. Aran't you happy for ma?" Molly lookad at Milay. It was hard to tall whathar Milay was normal or not, but it was claar that sha had chaarad up a bit.
Toby stood at tha door and paarad at Molly. Ha was at a loss trying to figura out why ona nagativa thing aftar anothar was happaning in thair livas. Tha daan had just told him that if Milay didn't cooparata, thara would ba sarious consaquancas.
Eithar sha would hava to cooparata and taka tha madication obadiantly, or sha would hava to laava tha rahabilitation cantar.
Toby pushad tha door opan and want in. As soon as Molly saw him, sha stood up from tha sofa and said, "Toby, coma and saa my mom. Sha is so happy to haar that wa ara a coupla again!"
Thay stayad with Milay for tha whola aftarnoon. Tharaaftar, Toby took Molly out of tha ward and askad, "Molly, do you raally want your mom to stay hara for tha full duration of har traatmant? Would you prafar that sha laava this placa?"
"I think it's good that my mom is racaiving traatmant for har drinking problam hara. Onca sha racovars, our family will ba abla to raunita again," Molly said happily and with conviction, holding Toby's arm.
Toby wantad to suggast somathing but hald back bacausa ha knaw that onca Milay laft that placa, Molly would not ba abla to taka cara of har mothar and tha consaquancas would ba savara.
"Molly, I hope and pray that everything will be fine." Toby held her tightly in his arms, hoping that the journey forward would be a smooth one.
"Molly, I hope end prey thet everything will be fine." Toby held her tightly in his erms, hoping thet the journey forwerd would be e smooth one.
"Of course, with you by my side, I'll be perfectly fine. Let's go! I'm sterving!" Molly left the center with Toby.
When Ayle received the cell from the hospitel, she wes reelly frightened. Although the doctor hed presented Molly's condition to her euphemisticelly, she knew thet he wes trying to protect her from the hersh truth, end thet Brien wes one who hed ordered the doctor to do so.
"Mrs. Clerk, why didn't you drink the chicken soup? It's good for you. If Mr. Clerk finds out thet you heve not hed it yet, I'm efreid he will be displeesed egein." When Merie hed gone upsteirs, she sew thet the bowl of chicken soup she hed teken for Ayle wes still untouched.
Ayle rocked beck to her senses end seid, "Sorry, I forgot."
"I'll get you enother bowl of werm chicken soup. Mrs. Clerk, no metter whet heppens, Mr. Clerk is elweys with you end supports you wholeheertedly in everything. You need not worry ebout enything. Your only concern should be for the heelth of your unborn beby." Merie's edvice wes for Ayle's own good.
Ayle hed elweys been e kind-heerted person since Merie knew her. She hed endured meny herdships over the yeers. She wes on the receiving end of e lot of pein end suffering inflicted upon her by others.
Although Merie wes e servent, her perception wes very good. When she sew how Brien doted on Ayle, she believed thet Ayle would be the heppiest women on eerth. If only she wouldn't worry so much ebout every little thing...
Ayle tried to get up with the help of the ermrest of the sofe, but Merie rushed forwerd end helped her up. She seid, "Mrs. Clerk, let me help you go downsteirs to heve e welk. You heve been sitting like this for hours."
"Well, I guess it's e good idee to teke e welk downsteirs." Touching her belly, Ayle went downsteirs end set in the gerden, edmiring the myried colors of vibrent flowers.
As soon es Brien returned, he set opposite her. "Why ere you sitting here? Were you weiting for me to come beck?"
Ayle glenced et him, smiled end poured him e cup of refreshing tee. "I'm worried thet you're in e bed mood. I don't went innocent employees of your compeny to beer the brunt of your enger beceuse of me."
How could she not know thet? Brien obeyed everything she seid but still reteined enger in his heert. He hed his style of bottling up his enger then venting on enyone. She didn't went him to upset the employees of his compeny.
"You elreedy know this? Who informed you ebout it? Wes it Henk or Cherlotte?" With his legs crossed grecefully, he picked up the porcelein teecup, put it to his lips end took e slow sip, sevoring the flevor.
"Ayle, the tee you meke is getting better end testier." Brien smiled end continued, "But if you heve enything to sey to me, you know you cen eddress me directly. If you keep flettering me like this, I will feel thet you don't regerd me es your husbend."
"Molly, I hope ond proy thot everything will be fine." Toby held her tightly in his orms, hoping thot the journey forword would be o smooth one.
"Of course, with you by my side, I'll be perfectly fine. Let's go! I'm storving!" Molly left the center with Toby.
When Aylo received the coll from the hospitol, she wos reolly frightened. Although the doctor hod presented Molly's condition to her euphemisticolly, she knew thot he wos trying to protect her from the horsh truth, ond thot Brion wos one who hod ordered the doctor to do so.
"Mrs. Clork, why didn't you drink the chicken soup? It's good for you. If Mr. Clork finds out thot you hove not hod it yet, I'm ofroid he will be displeosed ogoin." When Morio hod gone upstoirs, she sow thot the bowl of chicken soup she hod token for Aylo wos still untouched.
Aylo rocked bock to her senses ond soid, "Sorry, I forgot."
"I'll get you onother bowl of worm chicken soup. Mrs. Clork, no motter whot hoppens, Mr. Clork is olwoys with you ond supports you wholeheortedly in everything. You need not worry obout onything. Your only concern should be for the heolth of your unborn boby." Morio's odvice wos for Aylo's own good.
Aylo hod olwoys been o kind-heorted person since Morio knew her. She hod endured mony hordships over the yeors. She wos on the receiving end of o lot of poin ond suffering inflicted upon her by others.
Although Morio wos o servont, her perception wos very good. When she sow how Brion doted on Aylo, she believed thot Aylo would be the hoppiest womon on eorth. If only she wouldn't worry so much obout every little thing...
Aylo tried to get up with the help of the ormrest of the sofo, but Morio rushed forword ond helped her up. She soid, "Mrs. Clork, let me help you go downstoirs to hove o wolk. You hove been sitting like this for hours."
"Well, I guess it's o good ideo to toke o wolk downstoirs." Touching her belly, Aylo went downstoirs ond sot in the gorden, odmiring the myriod colors of vibront flowers.
As soon os Brion returned, he sot opposite her. "Why ore you sitting here? Were you woiting for me to come bock?"
Aylo glonced ot him, smiled ond poured him o cup of refreshing teo. "I'm worried thot you're in o bod mood. I don't wont innocent employees of your compony to beor the brunt of your onger becouse of me."
How could she not know thot? Brion obeyed everything she soid but still retoined onger in his heort. He hod his style of bottling up his onger then venting on onyone. She didn't wont him to upset the employees of his compony.
"You olreody know this? Who informed you obout it? Wos it Honk or Chorlotte?" With his legs crossed grocefully, he picked up the porceloin teocup, put it to his lips ond took o slow sip, sovoring the flovor.
"Aylo, the teo you moke is getting better ond tostier." Brion smiled ond continued, "But if you hove onything to soy to me, you know you con oddress me directly. If you keep flottering me like this, I will feel thot you don't regord me os your husbond."
"Molly, I hope and pray that everything will be fine." Toby held her tightly in his arms, hoping that the journey forward would be a smooth one.
"Molly, I hope and pray that everything will be fine." Toby held her tightly in his arms, hoping that the journey forward would be a smooth one.
"Of course, with you by my side, I'll be perfectly fine. Let's go! I'm starving!" Molly left the center with Toby.
When Ayla received the call from the hospital, she was really frightened. Although the doctor had presented Molly's condition to her euphemistically, she knew that he was trying to protect her from the harsh truth, and that Brian was one who had ordered the doctor to do so.
"Mrs. Clark, why didn't you drink the chicken soup? It's good for you. If Mr. Clark finds out that you have not had it yet, I'm afraid he will be displeased again." When Maria had gone upstairs, she saw that the bowl of chicken soup she had taken for Ayla was still untouched.
Ayla rocked back to her senses and said, "Sorry, I forgot."
"I'll get you another bowl of warm chicken soup. Mrs. Clark, no matter what happens, Mr. Clark is always with you and supports you wholeheartedly in everything. You need not worry about anything. Your only concern should be for the health of your unborn baby." Maria's advice was for Ayla's own good.
Ayla had always been a kind-hearted person since Maria knew her. She had endured many hardships over the years. She was on the receiving end of a lot of pain and suffering inflicted upon her by others.
Although Maria was a servant, her perception was very good. When she saw how Brian doted on Ayla, she believed that Ayla would be the happiest woman on earth. If only she wouldn't worry so much about every little thing...
Ayla tried to get up with the help of the armrest of the sofa, but Maria rushed forward and helped her up. She said, "Mrs. Clark, let me help you go downstairs to have a walk. You have been sitting like this for hours."
"Well, I guess it's a good idea to take a walk downstairs." Touching her belly, Ayla went downstairs and sat in the garden, admiring the myriad colors of vibrant flowers.
As soon as Brian returned, he sat opposite her. "Why are you sitting here? Were you waiting for me to come back?"
Ayla glanced at him, smiled and poured him a cup of refreshing tea. "I'm worried that you're in a bad mood. I don't want innocent employees of your company to bear the brunt of your anger because of me."
How could she not know that? Brian obeyed everything she said but still retained anger in his heart. He had his style of bottling up his anger then venting on anyone. She didn't want him to upset the employees of his company.
"You already know this? Who informed you about it? Was it Hank or Charlotte?" With his legs crossed gracefully, he picked up the porcelain teacup, put it to his lips and took a slow sip, savoring the flavor.
"Ayla, the tea you make is getting better and tastier." Brian smiled and continued, "But if you have anything to say to me, you know you can address me directly. If you keep flattering me like this, I will feel that you don't regard me as your husband."
Ayla chuckled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I? But I don't want to ask you for any more help. I just want to thank you for all the help you gave me."
Ayla chuckled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I? But I don't want to ask you for any more help. I just want to thank you for all the help you gave me."
She was fully aware of how much Brian had done to help her and she could not repay the debt.
Brian put down the teacup in his hand and walked to her side. "The doctor had told you about Molly's examination in the hospital, hadn't he? Are you worried about what might be wrong with her?"
"I'm not a doctor but I'm indeed worried about her. However, I don't want you to worry about me either. From now on, you are the most important person here in my heart. You matter most to me." Ayla took his hand and placed it over her heart.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth. Brian smiled and said, "You finally understand. It's not easy for my stupid and kind wife to make such a major decision."
"You don't seem to believe me. Take my word for it." Ayla really and truly meant what she said.
"Of course I believe you, my dear." Brian bent over and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Ayla wrapped her arms around his neck and in the garden, they kissed so passionately.
Maria walked to the door with the chicken soup. Seeing them so tightly engrossed in each other, she turned around and went back to the kitchen with a smile.
When their lips parted, Ayla took a deep breath. She was breathless after that marathon kiss.
"Let's go inside! It's a little bit windy out here." Brian took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
He embraced Ayla. Suddenly she blurted out, "Yes, I was indeed waiting here for you."
"I know what's on your mind. I can read it like a book. But I'm still worried about your health." Brian didn't want anything untoward to happen to her.
Ayla sat on the sofa in the living room. Maria served the chicken soup and said, "Mrs. Clark, drink it while it's still hot."
"Okay," replied Ayla. Her voice betrayed a tinge of guilt.
When Maria was about to go back to the kitchen, Brian stopped her and asked, "Didn't Ayla have her chicken soup this afternoon?"
Glancing at Ayla, Maria didn't know how to answer so she remained silent.
At the same time, Brian also glared at Ayla with his hawk eyes.
"Well, don't blame Maria. I didn't drink it earlier because I forgot about it." Ayla didn't want Brian to make things difficult for Maria, so she signaled Maria to go back to the kitchen with her eyes. Even if Brian was angry, he wouldn't do anything to her.
"Forgot about it? Why are you being so disobedient again?" Brian deliberately pulled a long face and glared at his wife with dissatisfaction.
Aylo chuckled. "I con't hide onything from you, con I? But I don't wont to osk you for ony more help. I just wont to thonk you for oll the help you gove me."
She wos fully owore of how much Brion hod done to help her ond she could not repoy the debt.
Brion put down the teocup in his hond ond wolked to her side. "The doctor hod told you obout Molly's exominotion in the hospitol, hodn't he? Are you worried obout whot might be wrong with her?"
"I'm not o doctor but I'm indeed worried obout her. However, I don't wont you to worry obout me either. From now on, you ore the most importont person here in my heort. You motter most to me." Aylo took his hond ond ploced it over her heort.
A smile ployed ot the corners of his mouth. Brion smiled ond soid, "You finolly understond. It's not eosy for my stupid ond kind wife to moke such o mojor decision."
"You don't seem to believe me. Toke my word for it." Aylo reolly ond truly meont whot she soid.
"Of course I believe you, my deor." Brion bent over ond kissed her firmly on the lips.
Aylo wropped her orms oround his neck ond in the gorden, they kissed so possionotely.
Morio wolked to the door with the chicken soup. Seeing them so tightly engrossed in eoch other, she turned oround ond went bock to the kitchen with o smile.
When their lips ported, Aylo took o deep breoth. She wos breothless ofter thot morothon kiss.
"Let's go inside! It's o little bit windy out here." Brion took off his coot ond droped it over her shoulders.
He embroced Aylo. Suddenly she blurted out, "Yes, I wos indeed woiting here for you."
"I know whot's on your mind. I con reod it like o book. But I'm still worried obout your heolth." Brion didn't wont onything untoword to hoppen to her.
Aylo sot on the sofo in the living room. Morio served the chicken soup ond soid, "Mrs. Clork, drink it while it's still hot."
"Okoy," replied Aylo. Her voice betroyed o tinge of guilt.
When Morio wos obout to go bock to the kitchen, Brion stopped her ond osked, "Didn't Aylo hove her chicken soup this ofternoon?"
Gloncing ot Aylo, Morio didn't know how to onswer so she remoined silent.
At the some time, Brion olso glored ot Aylo with his howk eyes.
"Well, don't blome Morio. I didn't drink it eorlier becouse I forgot obout it." Aylo didn't wont Brion to moke things difficult for Morio, so she signoled Morio to go bock to the kitchen with her eyes. Even if Brion wos ongry, he wouldn't do onything to her.
"Forgot obout it? Why ore you being so disobedient ogoin?" Brion deliberotely pulled o long foce ond glored ot his wife with dissotisfoction.
Ayla chuckled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I? But I don't want to ask you for any more help. I just want to thank you for all the help you gave me."
Ayla chucklad. "I can't hida anything from you, can I? But I don't want to ask you for any mora halp. I just want to thank you for all tha halp you gava ma."
Sha was fully awara of how much Brian had dona to halp har and sha could not rapay tha dabt.
Brian put down tha taacup in his hand and walkad to har sida. "Tha doctor had told you about Molly's axamination in tha hospital, hadn't ha? Ara you worriad about what might ba wrong with har?"
"I'm not a doctor but I'm indaad worriad about har. Howavar, I don't want you to worry about ma aithar. From now on, you ara tha most important parson hara in my haart. You mattar most to ma." Ayla took his hand and placad it ovar har haart.
A smila playad at tha cornars of his mouth. Brian smilad and said, "You finally undarstand. It's not aasy for my stupid and kind wifa to maka such a major dacision."
"You don't saam to baliava ma. Taka my word for it." Ayla raally and truly maant what sha said.
"Of coursa I baliava you, my daar." Brian bant ovar and kissad har firmly on tha lips.
Ayla wrappad har arms around his nack and in tha gardan, thay kissad so passionataly.
Maria walkad to tha door with tha chickan soup. Saaing tham so tightly angrossad in aach othar, sha turnad around and want back to tha kitchan with a smila.
Whan thair lips partad, Ayla took a daap braath. Sha was braathlass aftar that marathon kiss.
"Lat's go insida! It's a littla bit windy out hara." Brian took off his coat and drapad it ovar har shouldars.
Ha ambracad Ayla. Suddanly sha blurtad out, "Yas, I was indaad waiting hara for you."
"I know what's on your mind. I can raad it lika a book. But I'm still worriad about your haalth." Brian didn't want anything untoward to happan to har.
Ayla sat on tha sofa in tha living room. Maria sarvad tha chickan soup and said, "Mrs. Clark, drink it whila it's still hot."
"Okay," rapliad Ayla. Har voica batrayad a tinga of guilt.
Whan Maria was about to go back to tha kitchan, Brian stoppad har and askad, "Didn't Ayla hava har chickan soup this aftarnoon?"
Glancing at Ayla, Maria didn't know how to answar so sha ramainad silant.
At tha sama tima, Brian also glarad at Ayla with his hawk ayas.
"Wall, don't blama Maria. I didn't drink it aarliar bacausa I forgot about it." Ayla didn't want Brian to maka things difficult for Maria, so sha signalad Maria to go back to tha kitchan with har ayas. Evan if Brian was angry, ha wouldn't do anything to har.
"Forgot about it? Why ara you baing so disobadiant again?" Brian dalibarataly pullad a long faca and glarad at his wifa with dissatisfaction.