Chapter 10

Sara stood by the table and watched cautiously as the servants served the dishes. She wanted to speak several times but stopped herself on second thought.

The dishes on the table were colorful, with varying type of meats including chicken, duck, and fish. At the colorful sight of the aromatic dishes, no one would be able to resist them.

Hank looked at her and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Sara complied and said carefully,

"Master Bishop, you can't eat these for now..."

Hank had many external injuries that were still healing, even his bones were still growing. A simple and clean diet would be best, but...

Every dish on the table were fatty meats. Although they smelled delicious, such a meal would only hinder Hank's recovery.

After the dishes were done being served, all of the servants fled as if they were running for their lives.

Hank didn't expect that this kid would be concerned about him. He crooked his finger at her and said, "Come here."

Sara hesitated for a moment. She was afraid that Master Bishop would hang her up and beat her for her words; hence, she moved over slowly in very small steps.

Hank pulled her into his arms.

Sara was as petite as a bolster, soft and tender, and it felt really comfortable to hold her.

He placed his chin on her shoulder and asked in a low, husky voice, "Do you care about me so much?"

Sara's back stiffened, but her face turned red. She only managed to stammer, "Doctor... A doctor needs to be benevolent."

Her words made Hank laugh, and his eyes squinted. His laughter washed away all of the fierceness in him. "Doctor's benevolence?" He repeated.

Sara nodded with certainty. "Yes!"

Hank lightly said, "They did it on purpose." Then, he continued with a sneer, "They can't wait for me to die."

Sara was about to question, but she felt like it was their family affair and it was not appropriate to say more. She replied gently, "You mean that these dishes..."

"Yes." Hank replied casually. Anyway, he wouldn't die from consuming them. So, he wasn't too bothered. Bella was not an attentive man, he had never paid attention to these details, and so it had been like that for a long time.

Sara furrowed her brows. Although Hank's injury was not as serious that it would take his life, he had been injured for quite some time. Yet, he had been eating such greasy meals and taking the wrong medicine. No matter how strong his body was, he wouldn't be able to stand it. This man really didn't take his life seriously... She thought to herself.

Sara covertly blamed Master Bishop's ignorance for all that had happened. She couldn't put up with the sight of the food on the table any longer, so she said in a soft voice, "I'll cook for you."

Hank asked in surprise, "You can cook?"

"Yes, I can." Sara replied.

She was different from the spoiled William, who would never enter the kitchen. When she was in the Martin family, Sara was no different from a housemaid as she had to do all kinds of chores.

Sara moved slightly and hinted, "Please let me go."

Hank loosened his grip, lowered his eyelids and said, "You don't have to. What do you think the servants are for?"

After that, he yelled, "Bella, fire the chef who cooked today and replace him with someone that cooks Southern dishes."

Confused, Bella asked, "Is there something wrong with the food?" Didn't he quite enjoy them usually? He thought.

Hank raised his eyes and gave him a glare.

Bella instantly apologized, "...I'm sorry. I talked too much."

Sara pulled Hank's sleeve and asked, "Why do you have to fire the chef? Getting a new one is good enough."

Hearing Sara's sweet voice, Bella realized something from her slang. "Isn't Miss Martin from Southern Jane? It is only normal for her to not getting used to the food here." He thought to himself.

Sara knew that she was to blame.

Hank had the absolute authority in the Bishop family, new dishes were served soon after.

Most of the dishes of Southern Jane were sweet in taste and relatively light, which makes them suitable for recuperating patients. Sara was finally satisfied.

Sara always got instructed to do things by William or Lilly during meals in the past. Therefore, she had developed a habit of eating very quickly. When she ate, she would fill her little mouth with food where her cheeks would bulge slightly, not much different from a hamster.

Sara was against eating on Hank's lap, but she didn't dare to voice her dislike. When someone suddenly poked her bulging cheek, she turned around in shock and looked at Hank curiously.

Hank only did that as he found her behavior amusing, then he asked, "Aren't you tired, eating like this?"

Sara shook her head.

"Is someone going to steal your food?"

Hank asked as he placed a steamed rib on her plate. He genuinely thought that she was too thin. "You should eat more." He said. Sara only nodded.

After lunch, Hank went for a nap.

Sara found a small stool which she placed it by the crab-apple trees in the yard and started reading the medical textbook that she brought. A few books were all that she had brought from the Martin family.

She read carefully and studied the prescriptions. Having those prescriptions in the book as a reference, she came up with a more suitable method to treat Hank. By the time everything was sorted, the sky had gotten dark.

Surprised at how time had passed, she hurried into the house with the stool. Hank had already woken up and he was on the phone. His handsome feature looked cool, and so was his glamorous eyes. The man gave off a thrilling aura.

Sara shivered just by looking at him. She tried to avoid getting his attention as she silently put the stool down with her shoulders shrunk. Then, she stood aside, waiting quietly for him to finish his call.

When this infuriated man saw how she behaved, he couldn't help but laugh.

The person on the other end of the phone was alarmed at his laughter, and he well prepared to write his death will.

"Come here." Hank glanced at Sara and said.

Sara went over obediently.

Hank held her hand and slowly rubbed with his hand along her arm. Enjoying the touch of her delicate skin, he narrowed his eyes and spoke on the phone, "I only want the result. As for the rest, just do whatever that is needed."

The other party hurriedly said, "Master Bishop, we are really..."

Hank hung up the phone before the sentence could be finished.

Sara tried her best, looking at Hank who seemed slightly angry, and she carefully comforted him, "Master Bishop, don't be angry... It is not good for your health, anger would impair your liver's recuperation."

"... Hank didn't know what to say to that. He looked at Sa raand replied, "I'm not angry."

"Huh?" Sara startled.

Hank then said, "You've never seen me angry."

Sara just kept quiet and thought,

"I don't want to see it either."

Hank said coldly, "I'm heading out later. You can go to school on your own tomorrow."

Sara asked subconsciously, "Are you coming home tonight?"

Hank revealed a meaningful smile and asked, "Why, are you afraid of sleeping alone? Do you want me to stay with you?"

Sara's face suddenly went red. "No, no! You can go, I'm totally fine being alone." She said.

If it wasn't for something important, Hank would continue to tease her.

He stood up and said, "The Bishop family won't know about my absence. Be careful on your own, I'll have Bella to send you to school tomorrow."

Sara nodded, "Okay."

Seeing Hank walking towards the door, Sara added, "Please take care." Hank paused. That was the first time someone had asked him to take care before he went out.

He did not answer, and he left right away.