A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 192

The Consequences Of Messing With Me

Natalie had a mixed feeling inside her as she felt Christopher’s pulse.

It’s most probably a congenital illness.

She reckoned that he had to have received multiple treatments throughout the years. Hence, he seemed like any other normal human from the outside.

However, this innate illness was like a timed bomb to Christopher, and nobody knew when it might be triggered one day.

“You… You must have suffered a lot since young because of your illness, right?” Natalie asked without thinking.

Christopher paused at her question.

Not many people knew about his illness.

Not even his mother, whose only wish was for him to live, knew. She cared about his achievements and social status, yet she had no idea of the suffering his illness caused him.

“Your mother could’ve been harmed by someone when she was pregnant with you. That’s why your body is so weak,” Natalie added. “Which also might be why your lung disease got worse.”

the depths of

figure out everything about his lung disease by just feeling

using this method for more than ten years. Your body has likely already

continued, “That’s why you’re in more excruciating pain than any other person with a similar condition would be. That’s why you’re so determined to get that snakeblood fruit no matter what. You’re hoping desperately that it can relieve the pain and suffering

firm stare before abruptly reaching out

really know

head seriously, resisting the urge to

“Yes.”

“Really?” Christopher frowned.

should know that I’m not lying.” Natalie stared at him with a convincing gaze. “But I’ll need some time to work on the prescription. Three days

interrupted. “You could run away in three days’ time. Or

as she was about to speak up and defend

“I trust her.”

“Mr. Collins…”

said, I trust

reddened neck, a sigh

not as bad as you think. Besides, I have my principles. I don’t take my patients for

at

not give much thought to that stare.

the Collins residence for your treatment in three days, Mr. Collins. Please