Feeling unaccustomed to the new environment and lifestyle, Olga Johnston fell ill under the careful care of Anton Russell...her cheeks flushed and her forehead burning up.
Henry Russell fed her water and frowned at the unfamiliar brand of medication in his hand. He took out his phone, ready to look up whether it was safe.
Fortunately, it was just a niche, local brand with affordable prices. Henry made a concoction for Olga according to the instructions, almost making her cry out of bitterness.
"I say, are you feeling burdened because I'm sick and dragging you down?" Olga frowned, looking like she hadn't quite gotten over it.
Henry couldn't help but laugh. "How could I?" This woman must have regressed a few years in her mind from being sick if she was worrying about such trivial matters.
Good medicine is bitter to the taste.
Olga knew the age-old saying well but pouted just to find an excuse for herself. However...Henry didn't buy it?