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“I feel much better,” the old woman replied with a smile.

Sonia nodded. “That’s good to hear.”

All of a sudden, Rose pointed toward the end of her bed as if she had just recalled something. “Mary’s son dropped by to visit her yesterday, Sonia. He brought Mary some pineapples from home. You like pineapples, don’t you? You should bring some home for yourself.”

Sonia turned toward the basketful of pineapples. She felt her mouth watering just at the sight of it. She was just about to nod and thank Rose when Toby spoke up. “No!”

Rose frowned immediately. The smile on Sonia’s face faltered as Rose shot Toby a rather disapproving stare. “Why not? I’m the one who’s giving it to Sonia. Do I need to ask for your permission?” I’ve never realized how stingy of a man my grandson is. Why is he being so selfish over a few pineapples!

On the other hand, Sonia kept her lips sealed. She didn’t feel angry at all. They were just pineapples, after all; she didn’t see the need to lose her temper just because he refused to give her some. Toby realized how the two other women must have misunderstood him when he saw the grim looks on both their faces. “She’s not supposed to eat pineapples,” he muttered as he lowered his gaze.

For some reason, Toby found himself doing research on things that pregnant women had to watch out for after he heard the news of Sonia’s pregnancy. He went through the list of foods that pregnant women weren’t supposed to eat, and pineapples were one of the items listed there. “Why not?!” Rose shifted her cold glare toward Toby. It was evident that she was going to bicker with him until he provided her with a reasonable explanation for his words.

Sonia turned to look at Toby as well. She didn’t understand why he would say that she couldn’t eat pineapples. Toby pressed his thin lips together as he thought about how he should explain himself. Sonia hadn’t told the public about her pregnancy, so he was in no position to reveal such information about her.

After some thought, Toby’s eyes lit up as he came up with an answer. “Mary was the one who gave this to you. How could you offer it to someone else? What would Mary think? You should get Mary to blend it into pineapple juice for you or something.”

Jean—that would explain why you’re acting as stingy as she

twitched a little as he listened to his grandmother criticizing him for being a selfish person. His gaze shifted to look at Sonia before he realized what he was doing. He didn’t want her to think of him as that sort

my pineapples; he has no say in my

didn’t want her to have the pineapples, the more she wanted to get some for herself. She felt happy whenever Toby was unhappy. She didn’t even bother to hide the mockery in her eyes as she

him. Whatever. She can take it if she wants to. I’ll

you just standing around? Why aren’t you pouring Sonia some water?” Rose continued to pick on Toby when she saw him standing as still as a stick by the

filled it with water from

politely as

out. It’s hot,” he mumbled a

puzzled look once she heard what he said. Is he showing care toward

ordinary. She was used to receiving such reminders, after all. She would have given someone else the same reminder if she were placed in his position, so she didn’t sense anything odd about the situation. After blowing the water to cool it down, Sonia took a

is it, Sonia?” Rose asked

expression. “Did you

you not like it?” He didn’t realize the hint of nervousness that coated his voice

with surprise as she sensed something that Sonia didn’t; she was experienced and wise—Sonia was no match for her. She had suspected that Toby was caring for Sonia ever since their earlier conversations. Once she heard that Toby had added honey into Sonia’s drink, and once she heard his voice as he asked Sonia if she liked it, things were much clearer to her. I’m sure

smile. “I do.

“No worries.” It seemed like she wasn’t angry, although he had

glanced at Toby

eyebrow in surprise. “Are you talking about me, Grandma?” What did I

looked

a scoff. “Who else could I be talking about?” What else can you call someone who isn’t

lips together as he felt rather hurt. He was just about to question his grandmother’s words when his phone rang. He knitted his brows and pulled his phone out. A

aren’t you picking

something, but he remained silent in the end. He didn’t want to pick up the call, not in

Weirdo! Why is he looking at me? She turned her head

cold and heartless gestures. “Hello, Tina.”