Chapter 119 Can You Get That Kind of Medicine?
Sebastian: [Yeah, someone broke into the surveillance room and dumped a virus into our network through the monitoring system.]
Camilla: [Who did it?]
Sebastian: [The person was masked, so we couldn't see their face, but we know it's someone from Harmony College.]
Camilla pressed her lips together. [We can't let them get away with this. This time it was a virus; who knows what it'll be next time.]
Sebastian chuckled softly, holding his phone. The technician next to him looked puzzled, wondering what was so funny. Laughing out of nowhere was pretty creepy.
Sebastian replied: [Alright, whatever you say.]
Camilla smiled, put down her phone, and got up to take a shower.
Leopold woke up with a pounding headache from his hangover. He sat up and looked out the window; it was dark. He had slept for a whole day and night. His stomach started to ache again. Leopold skillfully found the stomach medicine in the bedside drawer and swallowed it with some cold water. The cold liquid traveled down his esophagus into his stomach, making him shiver.
"Even though you can take medicine, you shouldn't take too much. Get up and drink the soup I made for you."
"Is it too sweet? I'll put less sugar next time..."
"Can you drink less tonight? I've been taking care of your stomach for over half a month, and one drink ruins all the progress."
"Leopold, can you stop drinking so much? I'm worried about your health."
"If you come back drunk like this again, I'll really be mad!"
"Today's soup is mushroom cream soup. You have to finish it!"
"Leopold, I'm really mad. Kissing me won't help!"
"Stop drinking."
"Leopold, I don't like seeing you drunk."
"The porridge is in the pot. I'm tired, so I'm going to bed."
Scenes of his past interactions with Camilla kept flashing through Leopold's mind. Camilla had always been against his drinking. At first, she would be anxious, worried, and nag at him, but she would always bring him a bowl of hot soup for his stomach after nagging.
When he was in a good mood, he enjoyed this care and affection and would find various ways to make Camilla stop nagging. But when he was in a bad mood or had troubles at work, and Camilla kept nagging, he would get very annoyed. When annoyed, he couldn't control his temper, and they would often end up having a big fight.
Gradually, Camilla stopped nagging as much. Every time he came home after socializing, he would see her waiting on the sofa, and then she would hand him a bowl of hot soup or porridge. Leopold even felt a bit gratified because he thought, 'She had become more understanding. I can't avoid it. Am I supposed to drink soda at those social events? That's so embarrassing!'
But looking back now, Camilla wasn't being more understanding; she was just disappointed and didn't want to say anything anymore. Looking at the pile of empty stomach medicine boxes in the drawer, Leopold realized he hadn't had Camilla's stomach-soothing soup for a long time.
One day, two days... Three months, six months... Leopold only knew that he missed Camilla so much it hurt, so much it drove him crazy!
Suddenly, the door gently opened from the outside, and Amara walked in with a tray. Seeing him awake, she smiled slightly, "Leopold, you've slept all day. You must be hungry. I made some porridge and prepared a few light dishes."
As she spoke, she walked to the bedside and was about to put down the tray.
Leopold snapped, "Who let you in?"
Amara froze. "I was just worried about you."
"Get out!"
"Leopold."
"I said get out, didn't you hear?"
Amara bit her lip, trembling all over. But there wasn't a trace of pity on Leopold's face. "And from now on, without my permission, you're not allowed to step into this room. Got it?"
"Why?" Amara looked up, her eyes filled with tears. "This is the master bedroom. It should be our room. Why can't I come in?"
"Our room?" Leopold's smile was almost cruel. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Amara staggered, almost falling. Leopold had no intention of helping her, watching with a mocking gaze that clearly said—Stop acting pity.
"Get out!"
Amara turned around, devastated.
"Wait."
Hope rekindled in Amara's eyes. But the next second, Leopold said, "Take your trash with you."
In the end, Amara left the master bedroom with the tray, dejected.
A servant asked her, "Mr. Wipere still doesn't have an appetite?"
Amara quickly adjusted her emotions and sighed worriedly. "Yes, he doesn't want to eat. No matter how I persuade him, it's useless. You can take care of these things. I'll go back up to accompany him."
"Alright, alright. You go ahead. I'll handle this."
"Okay." Amara nodded in satisfaction, holding her waist as she turned to go upstairs. But the moment she turned her back, her smile disappeared completely. Looking up at the master bedroom, she swore she would live in that room one day!
That night, Leopold unusually stayed in, only having Mira bring dinner to his room at nine. Amara, who lived in the adjacent guest room, heard Mira coming and going and pursed her lips. She thought, 'In his eyes, am I even less than a servant?'
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her roommate calling. Amara swiped to answer.
"Hello, Lily."
"Amara, are you okay?" her roommate Lily Diaz's worried voice came from the other end. But Amara didn't hear the concern, only finding it strange. She thought, 'We aren't that close.'
"I'm fine. What's up?"
"You haven't been to class lately, and you don't answer your phone. We were worried something happened to you. We were scared to death!"
Amara stroked her still-flat belly, her tone leisurely. "What could happen to me?" Even if something did, it would be a good thing.
Lily said, "When are you coming back to class? You've missed several roll calls in your major courses. The professors have already reported it to the advisor, and they've tried calling you, but you didn't answer. You can't let it happen again, Amara. Your final grades depend on your attendance. If you keep skipping, you'll fail..."
Amara impatiently interrupted her, "I know, but I really have something important going on right now. I can't make it to class. Just cover for me during roll call."
"That's not possible. Besides, the professors don't take roll call anymore. They use an app to take attendance with specific poses. We can't help you even if we wanted to."
Amara frowned. "If you can't, then forget it. I gave you guys expensive perfume last time, and you can't even do me this small favor."
With that, she hung up. Her roommates looked at each other in dismay. They wondered, 'How did Amara become like this?'
After hanging up, Amara thought for a moment and dialed another number. The person on the other end quickly answered with a cold voice. "What is it?"
She bit her lip. "Can you get that kind of medicine?"
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